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Chapter 2: The Orphans are Alone Again
We finally reached the Akatsuki base. Nagato supported himself on my shoulder. He used up almost all his streangth in an anger fueled attempt to kill Danzo. I don't blame him though, to think such a man would be so cruel and heartless to take away Yahiko. It was all my fault. Yahiko's death, and Nagato's injury were all my fault. I should have been more alert. I should not have been captured.
My paper carried Yahiko to my other side. Never again will we enjoy his sweet smile, his optimistic plan to conquer the world. And I will miss his warm hands around me. But now he is cold. Lifeless and cold. The rain falling down on our heads is Amegakure crying out. The thunder screams, "Why did he have to fall." But there is nothing my tears or Amegakure's tears can do. He is gone from us.
Many of our Akatsuki members died in the battle. But we always leave some at the base, just to make sure there is no ambush. The guard opened the door to let us in. Shock was written in his eyes, starring at us as we walked in. That same look was shared by all that we passed. Akatsuki was silent and watching. I took Nagato to the medical room and layed him down on his stomack so the spikes on his back would point up. Then I took Yahiko to the to the ceremony room, so that he could be prepared for his funeral. As I moved about the faces of my fellow Akatsuki followed me, all wanting an explanation, but none spoke out. I went to our main hall and the Akatsuki piled in after me.
"Fellow Akatsuki of the Hidden Rain. I return to tell a fowl story. Hanzo, who agreed to meet with us, was waiting to ambush us. With him were several Ame shinobi as well as Danzo of Konohagakure, guarded by the Leaf Anbu black ops. I was regretably captured and used as a hostage, to force Nagato to kill Yahiko, who ran upon Nagato's Kunai in order to save me." I spoke out at last.
"Yahiko is....?" one member began to question.
"Yes," I said trying to stop him before I could start bawling again.
"What of those spikes impaled in Nagato sempei's back?"
" In his rage, Nagato summoned the Demonic Statue of the Outer Path. The beast impaled Nagato and absorbed a massive amount of his chakra, and in return the beast attacked and killed many of the enemy"
" Did Hanzo and the Konoha slime die?"
"No... they both escaped" I said after a moment. It was rather humiliating. We were the mightiest the Akatsuki had to offer, and we completely failed the mission. The enemy escaped without harm, Nagato is injured, and Yahiko is dead. How could we return to those who followed us and tell them this. Tell our comrads that we were failures.
" I don't know about you guys, but I'm not staying here. With Yahiko and Nagato in their states, we will be completely destroyed when the enemy returns. Konan can't protect all of us with her paper. We need to get out of here. I'm going to join Hanzo," one of them said. He left and many others followed. I tried to stop them, I tried to convince them, but they all left. It was quiet. Beyond the sound of my own breath, and Nagato heavy breathing, there was no activity in the building. We were alone.
"Konan..." Nagato called out. I came running. He was sitting up now. "I need you to check my wounds Konan," He said with heavy breaths. I knodded and came to him/ I pulled off his Akatsuki cloak. His ribs were clearly visible, but we were war orphans, such a sight was no longer grotesque to us. I went around to his back and looked at the wounds. I could tell they were not deep, they did not harm any organs or his spine. That was good.
"Nagato, let me remove them from you. The wound needs to heal," I pleaded. He shook his head in refusal. "Please Nagato, just a few," I pleaded again.
He sighed in defeat, "Just a few." I knoded in agreement. I pulled out four or five and looked at the wounds. They were not bleeding, and were only about an inch deep. Just those five seemed to relieve him greatly, but he had close to twenty rods embedded in his back. After asking for his approval I pulled out ten more before he told me to stop. Then I cut the rods shorter and sanded them down so they would not protrude out of his back so badly. The lack of weight seemed to relieve him as well. Fortunatly, our medical ninja left his medicine's and tools. I used a special tonic to close the open wounds and cleaned them. I found some emergency chakra pills and gave them to him. It restored most of his streangth, but his muscle mass was still depleated. At least he could manage.
Chapter 3: The one lit candle.
The days were rainy, dark, and empty. Everyday we slept, ate, and checked to make sure nobody was going to attack. We had heard that all the akatsuki deserters were executed for treason. We had expected that they would have been interogated, but they never came after us. Either they did not know where we were, or they didn't care. At any rate, we were left alone. Nagato recovered a little everyday. He was almost healthy again, but he still refused to remove the rods. He kept them in his back to remind himself how he failed. Not only that, but he grew more and more sullen. when he talked, it was usually about pain, or about Hanzo. It concerned me. I asked him but he only said that it was best I did not ask. I took the hint and left the subject.
It was late one night. It was dark enough that we needed a candle to see. Neither of us could sleep. I stayed in his room to talk and make sure he was okay. But neither of us talked much until Nagato suddenly spoke.
"How long are we going to stay here?"
"...I'm not sure. What can we do?" I responded quietly.
" Acomplish Yahiko's dream. We are going to take control of this world."
"How will we do that? With such few numbers, and considering you are still recovering... you can't just keep summoning the statue. It will kill you!
"Yeah...I know. But I have been having strange dreams. Every night I scarcly see images. I see my eyes. But every night I wake up before seeing what they are doing."
"Jiraiya sensei did have much faith in your eyes. Maybe they have powers even greater then that of Sensei."
"That is my belief." Nagato agreed. I was not sure what to make of all this. Nagato has always had wierd abilities. Perhaps there is more to his eyes. Could these dreams be the keys to unlocking his full power?
Quickly I changed the subject, "Nagato, have you ever thought of just settling down and enjoying life? Surely you must have."
"Long ago. But those things seem so distant now."
I ran over and sat next to him and whispered in his ear, "Maybe not as distant as you thought." He looked at me. He turned his face down to look at the floor. I too looked down. Perhaps if I could bring some joy to his life, then we could finally be at piece. I have always loved Yahiko, but I loved Nagato too. But I suppose it was foolish to expect the same feelings back.
Before I could stand up, I felt my lips locking with Nagato's. His arms around me, holding me close. I returned the kiss. A tear of joy ran down my cheek. For minutes we were locked together. Even if the Earth were to split in two between us, we would both fall into the chasm, rather then be pulled apart. A piece of paper flew out of my pocket and smothered the flames of the candle. The room went dark. <3
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)Chapter 2: The Orphans are Alone Again
We finally reached the Akatsuki base. Nagato supported himself on my shoulder. He used up almost all his streangth in an anger fueled attempt to kill Danzo. I don't blame him though, to think such a man would be so cruel and heartless to take away Yahiko. It was all my fault. Yahiko's death, and Nagato's injury were all my fault. I should have been more alert. I should not have been captured.
My paper carried Yahiko to my other side. Never again will we enjoy his sweet smile, his optimistic plan to conquer the world. And I will miss his warm hands around me. But now he is cold. Lifeless and cold. The rain falling down on our heads is Amegakure crying out. The thunder screams, "Why did he have to fall." But there is nothing my tears or Amegakure's tears can do. He is gone from us.
Many of our Akatsuki members died in the battle. But we always leave some at the base, just to make sure there is no ambush. The guard opened the door to let us in. Shock was written in his eyes, starring at us as we walked in. That same look was shared by all that we passed. Akatsuki was silent and watching. I took Nagato to the medical room and layed him down on his stomack so the spikes on his back would point up. Then I took Yahiko to the to the ceremony room, so that he could be prepared for his funeral. As I moved about the faces of my fellow Akatsuki followed me, all wanting an explanation, but none spoke out. I went to our main hall and the Akatsuki piled in after me.
"Fellow Akatsuki of the Hidden Rain. I return to tell a fowl story. Hanzo, who agreed to meet with us, was waiting to ambush us. With him were several Ame shinobi as well as Danzo of Konohagakure, guarded by the Leaf Anbu black ops. I was regretably captured and used as a hostage, to force Nagato to kill Yahiko, who ran upon Nagato's Kunai in order to save me." I spoke out at last.
"Yahiko is....?" one member began to question.
"Yes," I said trying to stop him before I could start bawling again.
"What of those spikes impaled in Nagato sempei's back?"
" In his rage, Nagato summoned the Demonic Statue of the Outer Path. The beast impaled Nagato and absorbed a massive amount of his chakra, and in return the beast attacked and killed many of the enemy"
" Did Hanzo and the Konoha slime die?"
"No... they both escaped" I said after a moment. It was rather humiliating. We were the mightiest the Akatsuki had to offer, and we completely failed the mission. The enemy escaped without harm, Nagato is injured, and Yahiko is dead. How could we return to those who followed us and tell them this. Tell our comrads that we were failures.
" I don't know about you guys, but I'm not staying here. With Yahiko and Nagato in their states, we will be completely destroyed when the enemy returns. Konan can't protect all of us with her paper. We need to get out of here. I'm going to join Hanzo," one of them said. He left and many others followed. I tried to stop them, I tried to convince them, but they all left. It was quiet. Beyond the sound of my own breath, and Nagato heavy breathing, there was no activity in the building. We were alone.
"Konan..." Nagato called out. I came running. He was sitting up now. "I need you to check my wounds Konan," He said with heavy breaths. I knodded and came to him/ I pulled off his Akatsuki cloak. His ribs were clearly visible, but we were war orphans, such a sight was no longer grotesque to us. I went around to his back and looked at the wounds. I could tell they were not deep, they did not harm any organs or his spine. That was good.
"Nagato, let me remove them from you. The wound needs to heal," I pleaded. He shook his head in refusal. "Please Nagato, just a few," I pleaded again.
He sighed in defeat, "Just a few." I knoded in agreement. I pulled out four or five and looked at the wounds. They were not bleeding, and were only about an inch deep. Just those five seemed to relieve him greatly, but he had close to twenty rods embedded in his back. After asking for his approval I pulled out ten more before he told me to stop. Then I cut the rods shorter and sanded them down so they would not protrude out of his back so badly. The lack of weight seemed to relieve him as well. Fortunatly, our medical ninja left his medicine's and tools. I used a special tonic to close the open wounds and cleaned them. I found some emergency chakra pills and gave them to him. It restored most of his streangth, but his muscle mass was still depleated. At least he could manage.
Chapter 3: The one lit candle.
The days were rainy, dark, and empty. Everyday we slept, ate, and checked to make sure nobody was going to attack. We had heard that all the akatsuki deserters were executed for treason. We had expected that they would have been interogated, but they never came after us. Either they did not know where we were, or they didn't care. At any rate, we were left alone. Nagato recovered a little everyday. He was almost healthy again, but he still refused to remove the rods. He kept them in his back to remind himself how he failed. Not only that, but he grew more and more sullen. when he talked, it was usually about pain, or about Hanzo. It concerned me. I asked him but he only said that it was best I did not ask. I took the hint and left the subject.
It was late one night. It was dark enough that we needed a candle to see. Neither of us could sleep. I stayed in his room to talk and make sure he was okay. But neither of us talked much until Nagato suddenly spoke.
"How long are we going to stay here?"
"...I'm not sure. What can we do?" I responded quietly.
" Acomplish Yahiko's dream. We are going to take control of this world."
"How will we do that? With such few numbers, and considering you are still recovering... you can't just keep summoning the statue. It will kill you!
"Yeah...I know. But I have been having strange dreams. Every night I scarcly see images. I see my eyes. But every night I wake up before seeing what they are doing."
"Jiraiya sensei did have much faith in your eyes. Maybe they have powers even greater then that of Sensei."
"That is my belief." Nagato agreed. I was not sure what to make of all this. Nagato has always had wierd abilities. Perhaps there is more to his eyes. Could these dreams be the keys to unlocking his full power?
Quickly I changed the subject, "Nagato, have you ever thought of just settling down and enjoying life? Surely you must have."
"Long ago. But those things seem so distant now."
I ran over and sat next to him and whispered in his ear, "Maybe not as distant as you thought." He looked at me. He turned his face down to look at the floor. I too looked down. Perhaps if I could bring some joy to his life, then we could finally be at piece. I have always loved Yahiko, but I loved Nagato too. But I suppose it was foolish to expect the same feelings back.
Before I could stand up, I felt my lips locking with Nagato's. His arms around me, holding me close. I returned the kiss. A tear of joy ran down my cheek. For minutes we were locked together. Even if the Earth were to split in two between us, we would both fall into the chasm, rather then be pulled apart. A piece of paper flew out of my pocket and smothered the flames of the candle. The room went dark. <3
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