Chapter 1

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Merry Christmas! Some of you will recognize this book and some of you will not. Either way, I do ask that you don't spoil for anyone reading for the first time! As some of you know, this book was born in 2018, but vanished mysteriously when it hit a million reads. I was not the one to delete it and I'm not sure why it got taken down. To this day it's remained in my library. I finally decided it's time to 

Third person pov

"What the actual fuck?"   

Those were the words that flew from Hidan's mouth when he spotted the small child sitting on the carpet of the Akatsuki's living room. It was sitting there without a care in the world, seeming rather oblivious to the irritated man standing just feet from him. At least, Hidan was pretty sure it was a boy. With short shaggy red hair cut in a boyish fashion, that was the assumption he was going to make. Not that it mattered at the moment. How the fuck had it gotten in here? This place was supposed to be hidden.

Along with its obnoxiously bright hair, the kid also had a pair of pinkish-red eyes. They gleamed in the low light of the hideout. In his arms was a light orange stuffed rabbit, limp and lifeless. Its beady eyes looked oddly alive compared to the rest of it. Hidan shook it off. There were bigger things to worry about. Like how the fuck it had managed to get in. It was definitely too little to have gotten in by itself, right? If Sasori still struggled to find his way back to this shithole, there was no way this brat had just happened upon it by sheer chance. 

"What is it now?" Kakuzu grumbled as he entered the room, the everlasting look of annoyance still plastered on his face. He was never happy, and unless he got his hands on all the riches of the world, he probably never would. He was purely cash-oriented. The pay was the only reason he was really in the Akatsuki aside from the obvious fact that he was a missing nin. It was easier for  him to do his business when he had a place like this to fall back to.

Despite his seeming uncaring demeanor, the odd man still froze when he laid eyes on the child. The kid was now looking at them with curious eyes. The kid seemed to know something. Like he was aware of exactly why he was here and what he was doing even with how young he was. Kakuzu had never been partial to children. They were useless and sucked up an enormous amount of funds with all their needs. They were also anything but hygienic. The were little mongrels at best. What was one doing on their floor? Kakuzu sure hoped it hadn't broken anything. Kakuzu kept the Akatsuki on a tight budget to ensure optimal use of their income. He didn't want to have to work anything this kid broke into that. 

"Why is there a child in our living room?" Kakuzu questioned sharply, shooting an accusing glare at the befuddled Hidan as though he had literally any fucking clue. The man looked slight offended, but more than anything he was angry and confused. He didn't fucking know! That's what he'd just asked. Cite the first line of the chapter, please. He was just as in the dark as anyone else was. The brat didn't seem to have any purpose here. It was simply sitting, still completely unconcerned by the criminals standing before him. 

"I don't fucking know!" Hidan exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air as though to prove he truly had no idea how this literal brat had gotten in here. Kakuzu scoffed, analyzing the kid. It clearly had no sense of danger. Hidan still had blood on him from his last kid and Kakuzu's eyes looked like something straight out of a nightmare. The stitched-up man almost wanted to pull his face covering down just to see if he could get the thing to cry. It was just blinking at them, showing to reaction to their light squabbling. The kid had a blank stare about him, not seeming at all afraid. Not sad, happy, or anything else for that matter.

"Oi, kid. What the fuck are you doing here?" Hidan snapped. The kid didn't answer. No matter how hard Hidan glared, it just stared back. Hidan was actually a bit concerned for the brat. Was something wrong with it? Was it broken? It just sat there holding its bunny and gazing at them with no discernable emotion. The brat looked like it had never had a single thought in its entire life. 

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