Depending upon the symbols used to write it, my name can have a number of meanings. I can but One Tree, or the all powerful First Princess. If I've learned anything during my life, it's that our names giveaway a piece of ourselves. We embody their meanings, taking them from simple words to living entities. Though it's taken me three years to understand this, I'm ready to fulfil my name.
"Deidy-Sensai, I'm fucking bored," I groan, shifting the cloak around in irritation.
"Hn," he groans in response.
"Perhaps we should play a game, dearest teacher?" my eyes activate.
"Hidan should be back anytime now, Ichiki. Go on a killing spree or something once he's returned," Deidara cringes, averting his gaze.
My fingers trace fractures in the old stone of the makeshift throne that the demented priest has built for me. He seems to think that my bloodlust is Jashin given, so he has deemed it necessary to court me. I'll kill him when the time is proper.
"I'd rather have his entrails strung out on a laundry line for the entire Land of Fire to see," I purr.
The demon kitty inside me echoes my sentiments.
"He's immortal," the bomber frowns, clicking his tongue.
"Everything and everyone must die at some point in time," I hum as I rise.
"Hn, you could at least reign in the wrath of the Nine Orchids," he mumbles, following me.
"That would only bore me furthermore. I'm lethal enough as it is, wouldn't you agree?" I keep the cursed eyes awakened.
"You've killed most of our members and put our leader in a coma," Deidara complains.
"They failed to amuse me," I snap, whirling around and funnelling some lightning nature into my right palm.
"Calm down, Hn, I was just stating the facts," he glares.
"You're just peeved that I killed Zetsu," I return the glare.
Before he can retort, I transport myself using my favourite ninjutsu which has fire crawling up my legs before I disappear. When I reappear, I'm in the dungeon of the Akatsuki's lair. Alone tim helps me think, except that I'm never truly alone. The demon keeps quiet, though, as I take a seat inside a cell and sigh. Tobi wanders out of nowhere, offering me a dango and some nonsensical babbling. Zapping him with the Lightning that I've yet to discharge, I finally am left to my thoughts.
Zetsu is dead, Kabuto will die shortly, Hidan may prove useful.... And then there are the rumours that Madara is still alive and after me.... A jinchûriki's day is never simple...
Uneasily, I rest a hand on my stomach and send it a weary smile.
Soon... I promise....
Standing, I brush off my legs and make the short trip eastwards to visit the lone prisoner.
"Kabuto, I'll be needing a favour of you."
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"Ichiki-Chan?" Sakura's curious, yet fearful, voice fills my ears.
I step forward, unveiling myself from the darkness and allow the shaking pinkette to take in my form. Over the past three years, we've both changed quite a bit. Her hair is long again and the purple rhombus on her forehead warns me of her new technique. The red dress that she'd worn as a child has returned, the Haruno Clan symbol by her groin as she fidgeted with her brown clothes. On her elbows are black arm warmers and her high heeled boots are roughly the same colour as the shorts beneath her thigh length dress. As for me, my hair has grown out somewhat and I wear two thirds of it up in piggy tails on either side of my skull with the majority of let loose as it rests upon the back of my head. The only thing marking me as a member of the Akatsuki would be the red cloud on the back of my black top.
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Al Calar Della Notte ||Naruto||
Fanfiction||REWRITING||Ichiki Kuran has gone through Hell and back over the years. Her sister just died and now a bunch of people are after her for her Cursed Eyes as well as the demon inside of her. Adding onto the pile of crap that life is serving her woul...
