Title
: Growing
Fandom: Naruto Characters
: Pain-Nagato, Konan, Yahiko
Rating: Yellow
Genre: General, Introspective, melancholy Warnings: What if ... Notes:
Ame Village: Village of the Rain
Sensei: teacher
-kun: suffix used with children and young
-san: suffix used to indicate respect a person with whom you do not have much confidence Ninjutsu: Ninja Arts
Jutsu: technical Nukenin : Ninja traitor
Akatsuki: Akatsuki
"I like the rain. Hide her tears. "
The girl replied to think like him, but at the moment considered most practical hope that the sun came out. "You know, if there is a just God, stop the rain." Caw still had the baby, "Why did not it is needed most. With a just God, there would be no tears. " Poor fellow, he was just delirious.
"Do you believe in God, Konan?" The girl sighed, exasperated. "I'll believe only when I have the chance to see it, or when you combine something concrete." Turning on his side, Nagato had not replied, maybe he had fallen asleep.
That afternoon, if only for one hour, the rain stopped.
Growing (Part 1)
"I did it again?" Pretending not to understand
Yahiko twisted her lips into a smile first and then a grimace of pain , and the wound was still fresh and button and meat twitched at the slightest movement around the metal. Not that he regretted: the new exhibiting pierced lower lip as trophies, memories of the defeat of two Ninja twins. He started from the ears, spreading to the face: every one of those holes was an enemy killed in less than an obstacle to Hanzo, marked your body after every victory, to remind us of the progress just by looking. Konan had imitated once, to demonstrate the necessary courage rather than real conviction, shared the same thought of Nagato, considering his obsession just a game designed to be recognized as an authority, in their view, the enough memory to store any experience.
"And when you kill Hanzo where are you going to do?" Kotaro, the former head of the gang, filled him with elbows, the atmosphere would remain peaceful and playful if he had winked at Konan, asking if by any chance already had. Darkening, the insipid boy had mumbled a response and had moved away dragging his partner, grumbling all the way Kotaro who lost no opportunity to annoy me and if he had not served would have strangled with his own hands, and his good looks, not at all evidence of childhood deprivation, contributed nell'infastidirlo.
"jealous you stop?" She had whispered, taking his hand in an attempt to calm him down, although visibly reassured by that gesture of affection, never ceased to chatter at random, only to kiss her and say that no one should touch it. Listening to him, the girl was lost in contemplation of his own distorted reflection on coprifronte by Nukenin; Yahiko insisted to wear it, saying that if Hanzo treated them as dangerous criminals might as well identify with such. He held a long and apparently the provocation, so as to be manic and childish, though initially it had softened, with the passage of time had turned into a food for thought: Konan had often wondered if in fact she was a feel foreign to the cause rather than him being a fanatic.
From small and disorganized that it was their group had widened: men and women will clump every day, most animated by the same fervor of Yahiko, found themselves in the woods, with no real basis, so that their alliance would remain secret. Among the first new arrivals had hit a girl with a completely disfigured face: it was her train and had tried to treat it with kindness, fearing it was uncomfortable, without being reciprocated, cold and unfriendly, staring at her as if she were a child stupid. "From the top of your beauty, I think damn." He had hissed, exasperated, reiterating that it did not need his pity. It was reduced that way because of a fire, during which he had seen the deaths of brothers, trimmed of revenge did not care at all of the state of her body, still grateful to be able to fight. "You have no reason to fight in resistance. Follow your loved blindly, by joining its causes. "He concluded. That incident had driven her to examine them, until you come to admit that this woman was not wrong: the memory of life before the war survived, barely in her reduced to something clouded and confused. It was the only child of a young couple who married because of unwanted pregnancy, not mistreated, but not the affection reserved: too busy to fight, do not even notice his presence. The little girl had grown up returning their indifference had not seen them die because at the time of the attack was out of the house to wander aimlessly and the word was enough to Yahiko, that his area had been one of the most affected, to stop thinking about them, giving them up for dead. In hindsight, she realized that if he had done crying from hunger and cold, certainly not for their absence; overcome the initial difficulties had blended perfectly into this new life, happy to have known Yahiko and Nagato. If, after the departure of Jiraiya-sensei, five years before, the mate had brought to live quietly taking care of themselves, probably would have accepted. Unlike those around her was not a war machine: maybe it was selfish, but rather than dreaming of winning the battle yet another preferred imagine living at peace with Yahiko quell'acquitrino far from muddy. More and more frequently sought refuge in some forgotten corner, trying to counter the dissatisfaction with the rest protected by such a makeshift shelter remained standing, watching the rain fall, just like it had no power to change the course of events, not could do nothing but continue to watch the drops of water crashing to the ground, passive. Nagato rarely reached it, by remaining silent, Konan would have liked to ask him what was the reason for fighting, hoping the prospect of having a real good reason to hold on, different from the tales of Yahiko, but could not find the courage to open his mouth. In the midst of their last meeting the boy had set eyes, as if intending to communicate something, and a moment later when the sun was, it was absurd, but at first he thought it was Konan was he who put an end to the rain to cheer.
Strokes from Yahiko willing to confide in about it, but the boy had his mind occupied, thoughtful, polished their arms, pretending to listen to look the other way, interrupting the most good to run out suddenly, as if he had remembered something to 'Suddenly, and tried to repeat every jutsu in his possession. Surrendering, Konan had offered to help him, was greatly improved since the last time you were trained together, so that the two were fighting with weapons equal.
awoke the next morning he had not found at his side. It was precipitated by Nagato, upset, but the friend had told her that Yahiko was only party to attack an enemy group on the other side of the village, pretending to wonder at his ignorance, he added that he participated willingly, if the partner does not had recommended to stay close. Surprised and angry, she opened her mouth to reply, but Nagato had earlier claimed that in his opinion was perfectly able to cope alone in driving the guerrillas remained in the case of surprise attack, fading to lend a hand to Yahiko without granting them time to react.
Seeing them come back, both exhausted and covered with scratches, she had behaved as usual, but when alone with Yahiko had exploded, poured upon every ounce of frustration: continued to treat it as an inability, even prove to be at his level, not screaming repeating ever more daring From the sly. The boy did not defend: out of it would win any debate by playing the card of aggression, but remained with his head down like a naughty scolded by her mother. Defeated by the silence of the party, Konan had abandoned all reserve, proved not to feel that their war, but was willing to fight for him, if only allowed gliel'avesse; risk their lives in the field would was much less painful than remain ignorant of the facts, fearing the worst.
After that desperate monologue, Yahiko had collapsed on a chair and asked timidly sederglisi knees, she refused at first, gradually giving way in front of those thousands of excuses for their bad behavior: it was a tough battle and did not want that to happen something or, worse still, was present as he was killed. The holding begging forgiveness and promising that he always carried with him, if that was what he wanted, although it did not agree: they knew it was not an inability, tended only to protect it as a time when she was a fragile child and defenseless. Returning the embrace Konan accepted the apology, sorry for having too humiliated and pull out the scarred coprifronte had ordered them not to take it back like a scare, putting her lips around the hairline: a gesture not at random, using the for years to tell to be quiet, although in need of his presence. Then, instead of looking bored to sleep it was directed towards a window, hoping to see again the rain stopped.
Shaken by the sudden quarrel, Yahiko had sought solace in the company of Nagato: it was his best friend and although their relationship had been forged by events than by words, had argued that conversation without embarrassing complaint. Under a ramshackle shed Yahiko had set out the facts with great precision, too loyal to leave out their own faults, cursing for having promised to take her with them: the war was running out and every fight was becoming increasingly risky. If you selfishly did not intend to live without her, could not bear the weight of dying before his eyes, leaving her forever, Nagato had prayed for comfort if he failed, making sure not to weep. The boy was released from the usual patient attitude, contradicting: provocatively asked him if he had ever seen Konan cry was childhood that he indulged in tears, at least in public.
"It's stronger than what you believe, Yahiko-san. I was the complainer of the group. " That remark had eased the tension, evoking the bad times have passed, Yahiko had apologized for treating him with excessive harshness, convinced it was the only way to shake it.
"I do not go around, but I was not as brave as he appeared, I also want someone to solve my problems, growing up, we all learn to look after ourselves." A sudden gust of wind covered them
d 'water, ending the conversation.
Nagato had hoped that a child a just God, superior even to rain, to come to his aid, as claimed Yahiko, growing up had given him to solve their own problems: because Konan was aware of the rain could stop yourself, even if he did not understand exactly what way.
Although they had reconciled, Konan secretly harbored resentment towards Yahiko, the boy had kept his promise of taking her with him on the battlefield, but attracted the most formidable adversaries to turn away from her. Was aware of lying by telling him to fight only to help: no love of country, killing an opponent after another to demonstrate mate to be strong. Oppressed by
utter security paranoia on the brink of the saw in his every gesture, even as natural as putting a blanket over his shoulders, not just impatience felt spoke to her, rodendosi with guilt if asked why it was so quiet and shy in eight years she had never doubted the love she felt for him. Bitter, shaking his head in an attempt to dispel those evil thoughts, hoping it was just a brief moment of crisis.
Meanwhile, the news that a large group of rebels fighting the regime had become public domain, unable to hide their existence further, Hanzo had ceased to attribute the deaths Ninja of its ranks to isolated incidents and attacks, declaring open war, day after day will weaken the enemy ranks, now devoid of numerical superiority.
Confident that the time was ripe for the decisive blow, the resistance members were preparing to storm the palace Hanzo: they spent their days studying maps of the area and designing plans for an attack, even Yahiko, who hated to waste time on gossip theoretical participate in the elaboration of the strategy.
The tension was palpable, omnipresent in the long silences punctuated by a few carefully chosen words, rice advanced closed because of too many stomachs, in palpitations and dry lips, even the rain, usually torrential, monotonous and continuous, fell in an irregular manner, alternating with truces, sudden heavy rainfall devastated by clouds of electricity loads that darkened the sun. The night before the battle
Yahiko, Nagato and Konan had retired early, knowing that the greater responsibility lies on them. He took leave of his friend, the two were locked behind the door of his room, preparing to sleep without speaking; Yahiko wringing her hands, tense, breathing heavily through your nose and Konan, beset by unexplained nausea as soon as he opened his mouth.
was the guy who broke the silence, once lying down: the dark, he had touched her face with the tip of the index, asking if he was still angry with him because of recent litigation, evidently afraid to ask that question in light of the sun. While he spent his finger to his lips Konan went towards him, even from far away could feel the rapid heartbeat and shortness of breath.
"I would not have reason to be. I accept your apology ... "
She kissed him, knowing that to deny the obvious: under the protection of the dark it was easy to ask any question, but it was not just give a truthful answer.
Relieved, Yahiko closed his eyes did not dare to reveal, but the battle was not granted. If he died, at least if he would leave without regret, with the certainty of having done everything possible to make her happy. Occupied by war in recent times had come to disregard it, even if unintentionally: it was above all the desire to protect force him to fight.
"I still can not believe it will happen tomorrow. For years I've been waiting for this moment, dream as if it were unattainable. After tonight, everything will change ... "
The rest of the sentence was lost in an indistinct murmur, determined to put an end to such talk distressing, Konan turned on the light again.
"So, we make sure to remember forever." Offered him, stripping of her nightgown; bent over the boy to take his shirt, but stopped in mid-gesture defeat from the cold, with a chuckle surrendered totally to him, looking a little 'heat. Yahiko
returned the hug, she loved to Konan that its ability to surprise, even in the darkest lifting it anew. Not demanded anything from her, well aware that it was not an object of its own: from childhood could not understand the appeal to a girl so beautiful, was grateful for those demonstrations of affection, still incredulous that he would just among all.
trying to lower his pants with one hand, with the other undid her hair, resting his head on his shoulder in contact with his lips, then first on the neck and chest, Konan blinked his eyes, by piercing the tip on the lip and the beard slightly undone, moving in an attempt to conceal any discomfort. He could not get rid of nell'insofferenza against Yahiko, fueled by every little detail that was his person, including those who once adored clumsy ways.
At that moment the girl's attention focused on the side of her boyfriend: he noticed the old scars that he had procured for her, white, glossy under the soft light and we went gently hand, as if they could still cause him pain, sure to cross only a short period of crisis, something that passengers would pass soon. After the war they could live happily, without the anxiety of not surviving to the next.
In the meantime, neither of them could pronounce the word after
: for better or for worse every event after that battle belonged to an unknown future, on which he had long dreamed he was away, afraid to have almost achieved, had made it a taboo. They were afraid of losing each other, not being able to sustain a normal life after so much adversity, even feared to be left disappointed.
That night there was only waiting for this, which shivered in the cold clinging to each other. Too tense to sleep, having covered a knock on the room Nagato: three had always shared suffering and hope, and together they started with that company would have to finish it.
Alert, the boy received them as if they expected their visit, sitting side by side with their backs against the wall, they fell asleep without realizing it, lulled by the sound of heavy rain. None
tended to an ant dead on the floor: Nagato was practicing every night to control it, moving it for hours and had also tried to use animals large, to no avail.
Gradually the burning of the eyes had decreased; free from pain, he realized that his ability was not limited to inanimate bodies move: he could see the world from their perspective.
When he was in front of the ant, Nagato saw himself.
Yahiko said that a plan was more straightforward, more chances of success were high, had planned the attack that was so easy to verge on predictability: while most of the rebels were holding the soldiers occupied, Yahiko, Konan and Nagato were to circumvent the defenses and enter the building, pushing out to Hanzo the open. It was basic, so obvious that he could design and put into practice even a child.
Yet Konan had the impression that everything could go wrong, she woke up with severe heartburn, accompanied by horrific forebodings, but he did not tell anyone, as he was skeptical about the bad omens. She remained silent seeing Yahiko let them alone, ensuring that they would join as soon as possible, to help a girl in distress: it was a twelve year old novice who had insisted on fighting with the other although it was not able, not had not even spoken in front of the superhuman strength of Hanzo that, far from coming out driven from their attacks, he was ready to crush them like bugs either. Only during the mad rush to the outside, where they preferred to save his life rather than the honor, he had found his voice to a whisper that Nagato Yahiko knew nothing of their retreat, when the rain will was wrapped in a blanket of cold, assuring that they have reached their destination, the boy had come forward. A moment before realizing what was happening, yelled Konan had to take shelter, under the illusion that it was too late: Hanzo had already attacked the horrible face of the contract in a grin, so quick to seem invisible had hit him several times, internally damage vital organs. All around, the battle had stopped: the Ninja stared in silence at the scene, entranced by the power of your boss or defeated by the superiority of the enemy. Konan looked after there: his field of vision was limited to Yahiko crashing to the ground, without thinking of the consequences was taken to his aid, preventing him from falling in the mud.
committed to listening to his moans, hoping to catch a few words, not paying attention to what Hanzo told Nagato: barely caught snippets of conversation about compassion, demonstrations and warnings to stop his will to oppose the causing unnecessary deaths, and every word out of those lips nourished the hatred she felt for that being, the same mad hatred he had felt as a child when, realistically, had predicted that episode, hidden in the hopes of the little dreamer. He had never hated to Hanzo as he had reduced the village of Ame, if it were not for Yahiko would never get involved in that battle, but at that time would have led to hundreds, only to have the satisfaction of seeing him die in a thousand different ways. Indifferent to the rest of the world, hated him for only one of which had caused so many deaths, that of the person that was more expensive, unlike you, Yahiko was full of ambitions, did nothing but chatter from morning till evening, filling his mouth and head with dreams, and gone without being able to see even one made. The mentally reproached for having thrown in that situation, and both would have preferred to be in place, to give way to continue fighting for the cause he believed.
wiping blood from her lips, she whispered that all was well: he had the courage to reveal the truth, as he had not had the previous night, stroking the wet hair, hoping not to go away thinking not being loved and makes it imperative not to let him go just when she had doubted their allegiance.
For its part, Yahiko cursing the rain that came in the mouth and nose, weighed down the breath, the cold had numbed my limbs, making it insensitive to pain, but unable to move: it would have meant something to Konan, or at least be able to reach out and touch it.
Eventually, he was right Nagato: Konan was stronger than appeared, beautiful and brave, trembling with anger, but not crying.
the damn rain tapping the face, that she did not want to exchange the water drops to tears: he had to protect her, could not die, showing fragile.
impasse in negotiations, Nagato had approached his friend just dying at the withdrawal of enemy soldiers, it was cowardly to accept defeat in exchange for a truce, but would not allow more needless deaths. He put his hand on the shoulder of Konan and offered to marry in a more sheltered place, bending down, her eyes fell on the eyes of the deceased, now empty and expressionless. Their faces lit up for a moment, lit by the unnatural light of lightning, and then disappear in the rain more heavily.
Yahiko died, most were confident that Nagato would be replaced in the role of leader, not that after the demonstration of Hanzo they still want to fight: scared by that power many had already left the company, refusing to take further part in a battle lost cause. Meanwhile, among the remaining, particularly among veterans, snaked the belief that Nagato was not entitled to access a privileged role as friend of the previous leader, had to choose I'd rather have on the strength of each, but instead is about to calm the waters The boy remained silent, unusually quiet. Konan had to take matters in hand: a decision and showing a firm that had always hidden in the shadow of Yahiko, spoke expressing willingness to continue despite the defeat. Although it was alien to the ideals of the companion had used them for moving, not to mention the desire for vengeance was only his cause, the secret reason for which he acted. Just as during the speech of Yahiko, Nagato had sat beside the girl, apparently indifferent to uncanny aura that surrounds you become more marked, marked by sorrow for the loss of his friend, so that no one had the courage to contradict the girl. It was obvious that they were not satisfied with aviation as a leader, but did not dare to face it openly, thus putting himself against Nagato, everyone knew that although she had to speak in public, the two weighted together every decision.
Taking advantage of the absence of Yahiko, Kotaro was close to her, hoping to go around pretending to be on his side, after a short sentence of fact, to which she replied in monosyllables, listlessly, had asked if he felt the lack of a boyfriend. Irrespective of silence had taken his hand, hoping to learn secrets about their relationship would never have known, in an angry tone she had immobilized, wrapping the face in the paper hold your nose and mouth. He had left only the eyes uncovered, as if to be observed while attending to his suffocation, releasing just one step away from the end, had left him crawling on the ground, gasping, warning him not to ever ask you the word, otherwise it would been much more magnanimous. Nagato had witnessed the scene by chance, without reveal its presence, had been stopped to reflect and admire the loyalty of Konan. Kajima
That evening, the girl with the disfigured face, he had complimented her on her courage: he was among the few who did not want to oppose his authority; cryptic, had left saying that he had finally decided to grow.
Discreetly, Nagato had examined his case, remembering that many years before Jiraiya-sensei had told him that he alone understood what was the right way to grow. Konan was no longer the girl smiling and helpful as before: sphinx, the hardness of expression extends to the eyes, dosava words and disappeared as soon as its presence was no longer required, despite the forecasts of Yahiko was not crying, at least not in public.
finally found the answer: the man grew through the pain.
the evening before the funeral of Yahiko, restless, he was directed into the room where his body was preserved: the next day had to destroy it, so no one could use it to find information, just wanted to say goodbye for the last Once in private. He had no idea where Konan, but was sure not to meet her: she had confided that she would never visited that place, otherwise he would have further delayed the celebration.
The boy's body was perfectly intact, with no external injuries, eyes closed, just as had they left: aprirglieli would not make sense, that glazed look was not his. Eager to see him live stared at him another moment, with the intention to leave shortly, and as if performing a jutsu his chakra increased, with expansion outside to flow into the dead body if they felt in their bodies the major streams around the vital organs, in the companion felt it concentrated around the piercing of metal in his face. Yahiko
opened his eyes, revealing those six concentric eyes were so familiar to the boy, he saw his companion back to life while watched himself, trembling, moving from a grimace to a grin of incredulity pleased.
He put the body cap to hide his face, then took him to a safer place for the time, Konan would not have to know anything. Leveraging its speed raided the home of Kotaro and killed him, altering the features of the corpse until they are identical to those of his friend. Yahiko
breathing, his heart had begun to throb and the blood flows in the veins, but should no longer be called Yahiko because there was nothing left of the soul of the boy: it was as if possessed Nagato two distinct, but united by the same identity. He himself had no reason to use your name, unrelated to the second person who controlled: from that night, he decided that his new name would be
Pain.
pain. Just as with
Konan, the pain had acted on him, making him an adult. Tired of that war, he understood all that, even with the best intentions, they moved in the least effective way to counter it: they generated more wars and other corruption, in an endless spiral.
Men often believed to make right choices, failing: Yahiko also helping that little girl, had thought of acting for the best; if she had not saved, it might not be dead. The best choice was not one that immediately proved to be more courageous and loyal, but the long term would bring major benefits, even at the cost of sacrifice seemingly unjust.
men, alone, did not come to understand the true meaning of justice
, the pain would help them grow, raising their minds to a higher stage in which it was given to understand the unknown, just as it did him.
the pain was just God who for years had relied on, which eventually allowed him to become Pain. The God
Pain.
A few weeks from the funeral, Konan had surprised standing in the rain, the water stopped falling rhythmically at intervals of about ten seconds. The boy felt his presence, allowing assistesse the scene: among all, was the only participant who wished to make their plans, even if gradually.
"How long do you know?" Asked him, incredulous. He had turned, thoughtfully, but did not stop the rain check.
"Do you remember how I was sick and you took care of me? You told me that the sun would have healed quicker ... "Together
to heaven, even the face of Konan was lighted by a smile, after the first week. Contrasted incredibly with the firmness of the eye, but the boy was beautiful.
Beautiful as an angel.
The number of rebels decreased progressively, so that the disappearance of Kotaro passed almost unnoticed, without counting those who left the company, the custom was found brutally murdered, abandoned at some point as a strategic warning, Kajima was gone so ;. Hanzo had pretended to let them go to prove generous to the people to a small group of misfits, then ordered to remove them individually and make sure it does not retry the revolt.
remained only Nagato and Konan, spent their days together in order to support each other in case of surprise attack. It seemed that their relationship had come back to a time when Yahiko left them only to steal, both silent, one by nature and the other for the trauma, communicated through gestures and looks in perfect harmony. Konan vented dissatisfaction still taking refuge in the corners to watch the rain fall, wanted revenge, he remembered every time, half asleep, trying Yahiko between the covers or allow that he would use, but without support it could not move. When it came to designing crazy suicide attacks in the Nagato alone reached, ordering the rain to stop, was unusually cold, as if he knew the answer to any problem. Unlike their children, often Konan was counting on him, and she did not trust anyone anymore it was natural to rely on Nagato: wisdom shone through the rain to stop to and superiority, appearing not only older than all ' actual age, but also different from any other human being. Soon the first word broke that silence sad, until he found himself as a confidant to him: he spoke mainly of Yahiko, alternating between happy moments of the past to the current plan for revenge at any cost, his was not a cry on, a rather angry outburst sterile. The boy listened with infinite patience, revealing that he too wanted revenge, but the time was not ripe, waiting, remained quietly combat the pain with anger was unproductive, Konan would have enabled him to act, living it fully, and only then they would understand meaning. Those words were not so different from his delusions about the childhood imaginary God, yet took into consideration: one and no certainties, the way Nagato was indicated to be an attractive alternative to anything.
The boy was unable to take my eyes off him; you themselves that God should not have these weaknesses, but then Konan was not a woman like any other: the pain from childhood had shaped them together, making them similar. If he was God, she was his angel.
feared that statement would insult the memory of Yahiko: had they made sure that he was responsible for, but saying that phrase had never imagined a possible relationship, he liked to pretend that Konan had the same opinion, rather than thinking you do not affected only as a friend. For years she had been content to observe from a distance, so bear with resignation the idea of waiting for further or give it up forever. The opportunity came during yet another evening spent in contemplation of the rain and his eventual arrest and none of them had behaved differently from usually by forcing the situation, or better, both were so aware that soon would have happened not to oppose the natural course of events. Origami Konan who was holding her hair had fallen; riporgendoglielo, Nagato had reminded him that it was precisely to her, still wearing that smug. In gesture, she had a last fragment of the child that was so sweet and, despite the deep voice and the look at all children, a time Nagato was hiding his eyes and disturbing lack of expression, claiming to be afraid: it was was the decision to show them to mark the transition to adulthood, depriving the face of all traces of innocence. He believed that grow only through the pain and suffering of those eyes overflowed, his and others; approaching, Konan saw reflected there.
"I suit the origami, Konan." He began the boy, calling the clip "Somehow, you look like ..." She sighed
: already knew that phrase, compared to the Yahiko origami their small size and extreme fragility was increased from considering the best compliment to take it as an implicit statement of superiority. He would never have imagined to hear it from the lips of Nagato. "They have many facets. Are complicated to be taken and each is unique, it is impossible to reproduce exactly the same as another. " stayed with half-closed lips, surprised the unexpected twists in a sentence that both had been known, had it not been shaped by past experience, probably not would be considered a statement. He was the typical behavior of Nagato, discreet and subtle, as opposed to Yahiko, direct and spontaneous in his aggression had bravely faced the enemy, but had bothered to take her to safety, he had never kissed or nor had very publicly demonstrated affection, but he gave her a small and insignificant item and had welcomed during the most blacks stop the rain. If the attitudes of Yahiko were clear and obvious even to a child, he had to grow up to realize that Nagato had always remained at his side, silent and invisible, but present.
was not the first man to have fun in an attempt to erase the past, both had lost the same person and shared the same pain, misunderstood by the rest of the world.
Later, no one remembered who had taken two of the biggest initiative: maybe she had gone too far, already dangerously with his lips parted, or perhaps it was Nagato to bring his head. Konan remembered clearly that he expected a kiss quick, shy and disorderly, and had received another surprise: in spite of how dry and shy, the boy kept the distinctive features of his style in battle, smooth, quiet and determined, somehow graceful too. Although not led to excesses of any kind, it was clear that waiting for a long time and that did nothing to hide: he had not kissed her like a child inexperienced, or had to be treated as an idealized, fragile and valuable , with whom he can relate with great respect, they were simply two friends kissing, at par.
"Nagato ..."
"My name is Pain."
undecided whether to interpret that last statement as a joke or ask him if he felt well, she frowned, looking at him quizzically. Nagato grinned, placing his forefinger over his mouth, keep them further hidden secret that no longer had any meaning.
"I have something to show you." He said, jumping out to follow him. He led her to a building on the outskirts of the village, dirt and resigned, apparently abandoned for centuries. Only a second glance he saw that Konan had not entered. Sure-footed Nagato went back, also without a glimmer of hope for any access to it, and laid the hand next to a small crack: a few seconds in a room that was formed just as quickly closed behind them, leaving them in the shade, although there were no windows, a light bulb hanging from the ceiling crackled when they arrived, spreading a dim light just enough to distinguish objects closer. In the distance he saw something like a large urn of glass, but could not understand what it contained.
"Do you remember the day when Yahiko was attacked? Without realizing it I was able to defeat this man. Perhaps you've seen the collapse to the ground for no reason. "Did not wait for your confirmation to continue to explain "I discovered that I inadvertently checked his body ... I did it with my eyes, I act just like the rain. Thank you for having kept silence all these years, I could not bear any questions about it. "
Konan's attention was not totally absorbed by the speech Nagato: the corner of his eye he saw the open casket, driven from inside the arm slowly emerged, somehow familiar.
"Whatever you see, I ask you not to scream."
A male figure moved toward them, the closeness made the case clearer, and the expression of Konan became more serious as it differed his vigor and his hair shaggy and unkempt. From behind, Nagato whispered not to be afraid, as if he could see her face, distracted by the sound of his voice and turned around, going back to look ahead, nearly fainting.
"I'm always me."
It was not a walking corpse with remote control: breathing and stretching out his hand to touch it found that it was warm, the blood flowed in his veins, and his heart throbbed. Yet, there is deluded even for a moment to regain Yahiko: That voice, those moves that look elegant and serious belonged to Nagato, above all, no longer had the bright eyes and innocent people who had loved. For a moment, she was afraid of those six concentric pupils.
"This is my power, Konan." Announced the Nagato, behind her, she trembled.
"The Power of Pain." Yahiko said, again with the voice of the partner.
"... the power of God" Pain completed, simultaneously using both bodies to speak. Nagato and Yahiko Konan realized that as he had known had ceased to exist: even in the most intimate thoughts, he stopped associating their names to the bodies. In that room there were
only she and Pain. As soon as possible
ran out, hungry for fresh and eager to leave that place and all the secrets it contains. Confused and scared, tears streaming down his cheeks, mingling with the drops of rain would remain so for the rest of the day and maybe all night, if Pain had not been reached.
"Yahiko participate in the final battle, just as he wanted."
did not answer, but he was grateful for not having stopped the rain: I hate to show my tears in public.
"It is normal for a human subject is a God, Konan, do not be shy." Raised the face by placing the thumb under the chin, firmly but without forcing "But you're different from others, you have succeeded in high growth above the ground, otherwise I would not have considered the height of knowledge and understanding of my power. Will you be my spokesman, with over my men, my angel. "
He kissed her again, stopping the rain, the absence of some tears to hide. Calmed Konan: Pain
kissing, he had experienced the same sensations of kissing
Nagato, although the name was different, it was not a stranger.
A rustle of crumpled paper, too small to the weary sentinel could be classified as dangerous; suffocated and died quietly with their partners without even time to regret the error.
Hidden in the shadows, Konan stretched his lips in a satisfied grin: the first phase of the plan was completed. Nodding, the Pain announced its approval, seven different faces stared at her, including that which originally took the name of Nagato, but different in physical characteristics with the same look and the same item.
not accepting more than one body of Yahiko Pain had divided themselves in multiple parts until you reach perfection: the bodies six were controlled, as the pupils of the eyes that gave him such power; through that system had become invincible in the excellent coordination and benefited from superior numbers. Distinguished them by naming them as the Realms of Reincarnation, arguing that it was not easy to check on something inanimate when they took possession of the bodies made them completely their own, she puts her soul. Although the listening, Konan still retained a slight skepticism about; uncomfortable, he preferred to spend time alone with the body belonged to Nagato and had overcome the initial shock to that of Yahiko, but continued to look the other with extreme distrust, even though the repeated Pain that it was always him, and was relieved to see that he used them only in training, whereas a waste of chakra to use it constantly in everyday life.
"Come on, Konan."
Unlike the previous attack had chosen to act in secret, at night, not because they fear direct confrontation: both were in agreement Hanzo surprised in his sleep, leaving no way of escape. Konan did not participate in the attack: although it was a Super Ninja, the only one able to compete with man was Pain, finished the tasks required of it could go, but wanted to attend in person at the end being that the had split into two life, taking away Yahiko.
entered, paying for all those who take the road the same treatment as their guards. The noise of the storm from the outside covered their feet; Pain had not stopped so that no one would notice something unusual: Hanzo felt reassured by the rain, which for years had washed away the blood that was shed, altered, traces its irrationality and covered the tears of the people.
revealed their presence when they were now meander within the fortress: scores of soldiers attacked them, but if they got rid Pain as if they were insects, and only after they had exterminated all Hanzo met them announcing, with a note of 'admiration, that the time of the Sannin of Konoha an opponent not so impressed. Nagato and Konan recognized and congratulated them for the improvement, adding that it would want to really get his friend to hell, one last lightning illuminated the sky, illuminating the room for a moment of light almost daylight, and the roar the thunder followed the complete silence: the storm had ceased. Hanzo looked around, unable to mask the fear of all: the end of the rain could have been a random event, but the two boys who had previously dealt with were joined by a third, identical in all respects to the man who had killed, if he had not cleared with his own hands have even sworn that it was the same person. To prove that real took a step forward, slow and steady as if it were a friendly chat.
"You have always believed to be omnipotent." Addressed him, moved the others, like him in the hair color and face disfigured by the piercing.
"You're not so presumptuous as Essert realized that God has always pointed out, disgusted by your actions. You have an entire village drowned in blood, unaware that the perfect righteousness of God I would return the same pain. "Uttered a few words each, alternating; what looked like the former head of the rebels advanced further, supported by the guy with the hair blacks.
"You can not escape ..." Article the first one, then they talked together, equal in the eyes and voice were so coordinated as to seem a whole.
"... this is the verdict of God!" clashed paid no attention to devastate everything around them, including Hanzo had to fight not only for his own power, but for the salvation of one's life, realizing the superiority of the adversary. Evoked salamanders, but the animals summoned by Pain was more strong, attacked him with the most powerful jutsu Pain and contrasted it with other equally formidable but belong to a parent, having the ability to use all five, six surrounded him, hitting him in the most unexpected angles, using the point of shared view. Nagato's body remained on the sidelines, watching the scene along with Konan; exchanged amused glances, exacerbating the inferiority in battle with the humiliation. This was to deceive Hanzo, together with the certainty of fighting with the body of Yahiko: Nagato convinced that it was to control them all, in a last, desperate attempt to win took him by surprise with the most its lethal Jutsu, which never used, not only because no opponents for which there was a need, but because it consumes a huge amount of chakra; sure to neutralize all seven and save himself, he had no fear of remain powerless. His plan worked for half: Nagato was able to hit, but that did not fall when the level of others as he had hoped, this was the power of Pain, not mere control, but reincarnation. Free energy slumped to the ground, while the body of Yahiko, mocking, approached ready to inflict the coup de grace. 'I already said, you can not escape the view of God "and threatened him, composing the seals to perform a jutsu to fire. A moment later he was dead Hanzo burned, and burned him with his family, trapped in the flames, his supporters and all the luxuries contained in that building, which cost hundreds of dead from hunger and cold. Konan Pain out of parts followed, bearing in her arms the body of Nagato seriously wounded unable to move, had lost a leg and was bleeding, she had improvised bandages of paper, trying to alleviate some 'suffering. He had tasted revenge as he believed he had no idea what would happen if the body main was dead by the time the force of others remained unchanged, but he was still breathing. In any case, do not want to lose that
body, although the identity of Pain had remained intact in the other, was all that kept her anchored to the past.
"Konan, go ..."
Assicuratasi that Nagato was safe used his skills to create the wings of paper, going in front of the building burned down under it was a large crowd of onlookers: a where the rain was permanent, the fire had no chance to last a long time, probably most of them did not believe even a fire could reach proportions so devastating. Some miracle, others muttered about a punishment, the majority relied on the rain to extinguish it before it could destroy the entire country.
With outstretched wings, Konan was positioned so that everyone could see, behind the fire, lit only by fire appeared even more beautiful. Someone asked who was from the bottom, others fled in fear.
"As the Messenger Angel, I come to tell you that the Pain God has heard your cries. Hanzo and all that concerned him were destroyed. If you are among the flavors, not you should fear the wrath of Pain: The fire will not affect your homes. "
Thunder accompanied the end of the speech and the rain continued, just as he had announced, the fire did not cause any problems for civilians.
The people rejoiced, that night marked the end of the era of Hanzo. It was the dawn of the Kingdom of Pain.
Nagato Konan brought in person to secure: keep breathing, but not speak or move. Through the body of Yahiko informed it of being conscious, but paralyzed, adding that this was of no importance: the eyes were not harmed and for him to use a or other body was absolutely indifferent. The rain continued to fall, wetting his face completely immobile Konan wondered why no arrest, but he avoided asking questions about it: she remembered when, as a child, had confided to love the rain because ; hid her tears.
Nagato's body never recovered from the paralysis, powered by machines and self-sufficient thanks to the other parties of their own identity, he spent his life locked in a room which had no access to anyone, Konan included. He did not want to see him in that state, seeing it as a failure in one spot otherwise be perfect, or so she supposed; Pain is simply prohibited from entering without granting any explanation, believing that what was locked in there was only a small part of his being, to be considered as a heart or a brain external. It was not a patient in a vegetative state, lived and communicated through other bodies, so there was no reason to go to his bedside, then changed tone, and more gently reminded her to be in front of her. He tried to kiss her, but she withdrew: accepting the inability of the body of Nagato had gained confidence only to that of Yahiko, but failed to treat others with naturally, feel alienated, especially if alternated in short periods of time, the man claimed that he considered equal to any part of it, tired of being rejected. In response to selfishness with cynicism, Konan had announced he would accept only the bodies that physically attracted; Pain had left his teeth, returning after a few hours of reflection with the body of Yahiko. He had apologized for not having understood from the beginning his point of view, assuring that he would never try to force it, if she always wanted more. Since that time there were more problems with regard to multiple identities.
was strange to realize how their personalities depending mutassero circumstances: out the door were nothing but a God and an angel messenger, superior to the rest of humanity and impassive in the face of any question below their level.
Konan brought the people of Ame More Posts by Pain, the first of a promise to stop the rain for six days a week, changing the climate that made the bad place is not suitable for every business. All showed deep devotion and a reflection she worshiped, but both not worthy of it too much consideration. Even after the death of Hanzo corruption had not been eradicated: it appeared as soon as the season tended to deceive anyone by encouraging the next only their own personal interest, and in other villages wars did not cease. Pain shook his head sadly, saying that humanity, and still ungrateful child, had an imminent need to grow. They had to go through the real pain of knowing the person's death, destruction and despair as black, and only then, crushed by the weight of its own wars, they understood the truth.
Following the example of Yahiko, who many years earlier had convinced the thieves to follow him in exchange for money, to implement their plans using the most fearsome Nukenin in circulation had no idea of their real attention, attracted by the promise to conquer the world. Some seek power in its purest form, in pursuit of immortality; execution of her family, wanted fugitives and ruthless killers, not posed too many questions about the rightness of the project. Pain, contemptuous, supported his argument by noting that the only ones willing to work to change the world were the dregs of society, convinced that it would benefit. These
Orochimaru also met again, the old companion of Jiraiya-sensei. Years and years ago when they were nothing but ragged and hungry children, they would be eliminated without any problems, got to be discouraged, Nagato had often agreed with his opinion. Pain grinning, from having enjoyed one of its subject, was the first to leave the Akatsuki, frightened by too many Ninja can beat him.
Uchiha Madara was different: subtle and calculating, remained in the shadows, leaving the role of leader in Pain, convinced of its orders requiring him, the man let him believe, decided to use it until their plans converged. Treated him with insolence and sarcasm, but Pain responded with patience, without demanding the respect due: like everyone else, he could not escape the view of God Konan was surprised by noting how, in private, they were able to leave behind everything : alone had only a man and a woman, with ordinary weaknesses and passions, it happened to be discussed and made peace, and Pain voiced the need to have her on your side. In his opinion the pain invading people's minds, abandoning them only at the time of death, but even though it was impossible to get rid could still mix it with something else, the illusion of being happy, even children, was her way to tell her that he liked to be alone with her. The addressed using the name of Angelo as a nickname, kissed her urgently, as it did the first time, dissolving the hair leaving the origami that had given her and stripped of his uniform Akatsuki belief that shapeless sack concealed its beauty. although they do share the same body, was totally different from Yahiko: no innocence of his, demanded he be returned to what it offered, as was demonstrated in the past, considered their own peers. Konan saw in him only after traces of the former partner in his sleep, his eyes closed and his face contract through some nightmare instinctively touched his forehead with his lips, then remembering that Pain could not know the origin of this gesture, meaningless for him. At those times he got up, thinking, wondering if it means them both, concentrated in the same person, or lost them both and settle for a substitute, headed toward the window, then amazed by the lack of rain, it was so ingrained the habit of see it fall. Faced with such a miracle would stop asking useless questions, leaving it in the hands of Pain.
He studied the old scars on the body of Yahiko, almost invisible among the piercing that had driven anywhere to be controlled better, he walked the boundaries and the clear memory of that day reverberated in his mind, along with the many injustices they had suffered. At that time
counter arguments asking Nagato evidence of the existence of God without the sound of rain to disturb his reflections, noted that he got what he wanted.
If the rain had stopped, was the lack of tears to hide.
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Warnings
: What if ...
Notes:
Ame Village: Village of the Rain
Sensei: teacher
-kun: suffix used with children and young -san: suffix used to indicate respect for a person with whom you do not have much confidence
Ninjutsu: Ninja Arts Jutsu: technical Nukenin : Ninja traitor Akatsuki: Akatsuki
"I like the rain. Hide her tears. " The girl replied to think like him, but at the moment considered most practical to hope that the sun came out. "You know, if there is a just God, stop the rain." Caw still had the baby, "Why did not it is needed most. With a just God, there would be no tears. "
Poor fellow, he was just delirious. "Do you believe in God, Konan?" The girl sighed, exasperated.
"I'll believe only when I have the chance to see it, or when you combine something concrete." Turning on his side, not Nagato had responded more, maybe he had fallen asleep. That afternoon, if only for one hour, the rain stopped.
{But you have dreams of crystal fabric is too fragile and brave to die now ...
} {Just one look into your eyes, one look and I'm crying 'cause you 're so beautiful ... } {I can see how beautiful you are, can you feel my eyes on you, I'm shy and turn my head away ...} { But we still we still love and peace , and will always do everything to make our sweet sorrow ...}
Some say that rain is bad, but do not know that allows you to run head-on with his face covered with tears.
Growing
Dense, cold and impetuous, the rain did not stop. Sheltered by umbrellas, caps or even the face uncovered, passers-by seemed not to pay attention, devoted themselves to their daily occupations as though the weather was beautiful. Moreover, in a place called Ame was obvious that it would rain, the natives the village were used to the bad weather, always bearing the roads muddy and their clothes soaked in cold water. For people completely inert in the face of a dictatorship, poor lashes of rain on the face were not humiliating to be defined. Yet the small Konan sitting on a sidewalk, he felt his child was trampled dignity insignificant. Shivering with cold and muddy, tried to entertain passers-by building small origami paper wet. Few stopped to look, intrigued by the audacity to ask for money for what was nothing but trash, and some, especially boys, openly mocked. swallowed the bitter humiliation with the same care with which would have swallowed his own vomit, the baby bear, although it was pretty clever for their own age groups responded in a childish or asking for food in order to increase their laughter. They had to stop as long as possible. goddamn did not know, but she was making fun of them, while indicated, arrogant, Yahiko and Nagato were stealing from their pockets. minimizing the visibility, so impenetrable that rain was their main ally, as was the dictatorship it was committed to flaunt safety, order and tranquility exist, Hanzo would never have ordered to clear the streets from the infested children beggars, often orphaned because of it, because it was an implicit admission of their presence, but above all they used to pride of the rich, too busy to insult a poor girl to admit to having fallen into his trap, denouncing thieves. In a desperate situation like theirs, could not help but step on your pride by using what is most hated. Yahiko hated dictatorship that was isolated from the rest of the world their beautiful village, she hated the wealth of the few who had benefited and especially hated the rain, thick as the tears of the oppressed as they were. Konan hated the arrogance passers-by that every day, humiliated, hated the regime that had reduced in that state, but not the rain with all that water, no one noticed her tears. Nagato did not speak, was supposed to hate the war that made him an orphan, but did not protest. It was comparable to a small child, unable to react and devoid of any spirit of initiative and follow the signs for Yahiko to steal so clumsily that often, because of him, had risked being caught. If it were not for the other two, would die of hunger. With hair that fell on the nose because no one bothered to cut and was not proactive enough to do so yourself, you crouched in corners and weeping. Yahiko was angry, calling him sissy for him to react, Konan stopped to wipe her tears. Observed unusual and unmistakable eyes and pushed aside the bangs, wondering why they hid; Nagato bowed his head and disheveled further, arguing that no one should see them. The frightened to the point where she avoided going near any glass surface for non-mirrored. now twelve years old and so graceful as to be beautiful even beneath a layer of dirt and mud, Konan began to be dangerous to draw the attention of passersby leaving taunt. More than once had tried to lay hands on him, pushing or pulling her hair to the ground, usually it was just kids older than she, with no bad intentions.
had not tried until the fear was accompanied by a man who had called, vulgarly, and then to say that if she sold herself, instead of selling those origami, certainly would have won more. He had surrounded his life, feeling her hips, held her with one hand and the other sinks deeper and deeper, reaching under her skirt. Then Yahiko had intervened, throwing a stone found on the ground and ordered him to leave her alone, as if for a Ninja like a big fat boy hungry might seem vaguely menacing. Forgetting Konan, the man was headed towards him, landing a punch on the face, paralyzed with fear, the girl was about to scream that if she left alone would have done anything he wanted, but Nagato had pulled away for a sleeve, leading to a more sheltered lane.
The girl was crying and struggling, sobbing Yahiko wanted to help, but the child persisted in detention, in tears, in turn, perhaps in terror. The blocked the road mumbling incoherence: if there was both a just God could come to the aid of his teammate, but it had not, then could not help but who stand by and watch, powerless and weak.
Half an hour after he had left out, on tiptoe, Yahiko was lying on the ground, full of scratches and wounds. Together they had carried away, as best medication, and had concluded that it was now too dangerous for Konan beg that way. They had to find another way to eat. 
With anger, Yahiko had snarled that if he had known the master Ninjutsu would defeat that type, Konan, in contrast, argued that if someone else had occurred, instead of pretending indifference, it would not hurt.
Nagato for the first time he had expressed his opinion.
"If there is a just God, this would not have happened."
Yahiko was further enraged, screaming that there was no God, neither right nor tyrant. It was just an invention of the powerful to control them all, so they rely on the unknown rather than best believe in their own forces. Annihilated, he never mentioned the subject. Looking at the scars left on the body of his companion, Konan had thought about those words. Yahiko was right, there was no God Fame. Cool. And weakness, so that sometimes the temptation to cuddle in a corner and let die was turning into a real desire and dangerous. Nagato had tried: they had found lying in a puddle, semiconscious, but instead of dying was found to live suffering doubly because of the pneumonia that he had taken. Konan watched him; Yahiko started in the morning and returning in the evening, sometimes late at night: stealing, joining gangs of older boys. He could disappear with them, giving up those two dead weights, but such an idea would not have even crossed our mind. Sincere and loyal, even if too abrupt and direct, parted with his friends, even the smallest fruit of their thefts, even managed to find the cans of meat, sweets and other foods that for months had not even had a chance to see .
Spending all day and his partner, Nagato had begun to speak, his usual shyness combined with the disease allowed him to speak only in short phrases, often unconnected. Konan when she muttered that if he had not rained there would be less moisture and would recover more quickly, Nagato had addressed a broad smile.
"I like the rain. Hide her tears. "
The girl replied to think like him, but at the moment considered most practical to hope that the sun came out. 
"You know, if there is a just God, stop the rain." Caw still had the baby, "Why did not it is needed most. With a Just God, there would be no tears. "
Poor fellow, he was just delirious.
"Do you believe in God, Konan?"
The girl sighed, exasperated. "I'll believe only when I have the chance to see it, or when you combine something concrete." Turning on his side, Nagato had not replied, maybe he had fallen asleep. That afternoon, if only for one hour, the rain stopped. walked back and forth puffing and cursing systematically, as the rhythm of the melody a few secret. An animal wild in a cage. Standing at the window with cardboard instead of glass, Konan scan the horizon through a small hole formed by moisture that had extended his finger every now and then sighed, worried about Yahiko: someone like him to stay indoors instead of be helpful tantamount to suicide. There was no one around, but the boys bounced at the slightest noise, including that of their stomachs are empty or that of yet another drop of rain, after being filtered through the roof, fell in the bucket half-full. They were cheered by the good news of the healing of Nagato, having regard to its fragility, had come to fear the worst. They were delighted when, at the same time, Hanzo had not ordered his soldiers to demolish all illegal cabin, along with the risk of being thrown out of the shelters they had found, they feared the number of displaced people, in despair, occupied empty houses.
Yahiko, the strongest of them, had to rhyme in: already own three children were easy prey, but if the shack had been guarded by two weaker people would have certainly taken advantage. Nagato went out to get food, but since it lacks the speed of the companion did not get much, the band which had joined the Yahiko had agreed out of sheer compassion, reserving the scraps of loot and cheating as soon as they had the chance. The day he came home in tears and empty-handed, showing a bloody nose and other signs of a beating, Yahiko was really angry, overwhelmed by the frustration of not being able to go out, outraged by the treachery of his allies and, ultimately, worried for his friend, he shouted that if he had not woken up as soon as possible would also beat him, then at the first opportunity to promise that those guys would have paid dearly. In such circumstances Konan remained on the sidelines, feeling useless as ever, at least, tried Nagato.
"Why can not I go in his place?" he blurted out, after having plugged the hole in the cardboard with a ball of newspaper. The Yahiko had approached in silence.
"You saw what they did to Nagato? There are many, large and assholes. "" They can not beat me and Nagato? "He reiterated. Bitterly, the other exploded in a giggle.
"You see that do not know them. Do not even know of your existence: after what has happened
that time, the street, do not even want to see you. You're too nice. "Suddenly embarrassed, he concluded the sentence asking if by chance did not like keeping him company.
"I am pleased that You stay here with me. "
When Yahiko was not running for the room in agitation, they put an old blanket over his shoulders and spoke particularly of the dictatorship, his voice hoarse with rage, the boy told her about be passed in front of a cabin full of small children, stark naked and with her head encrusted with dirt.
"They lived like animals. In comparison, we are lucky. We read and write, we have received an education, we can take care of ourselves. "
never mention deceased parents who felt the tears about the past a typical symptom of weakness of people like Nagato, on the other hand, it is vented to this thinking.
"Now the only way to learn is to become soldiers of Ninjutsu Hanzo and swear allegiance to his disgusting regime. We spit on. I'll find another way to become strong and at that point, I'll beat that bastard. "Konan
rarely intervened, as before Nagato delirious, had not the heart to contradict him. Nobody was stronger than Hanzo, all those who tried to kill him had died without having time to even notice. He stared at his friend
imagining it as an adult, embark on that crazy business and leave the skin.
"Even I hate him." He hissed. After the fatal omen that his mind had shown, probably hated even more than him.
"You know, since you have attacked the kind that I want to kill Hanzo with my hands. If it were not for him, you would not have ended up in that situation. Every time I look at the scars I think about what might happen. For this reason I do not want to come out alone. I have to protect you. "
He even closer to the head, in an attempt to put their lips on his, but Konan was displaced, uncomfortable, taking care to survive had never dwelt on certain details, but feeling the breath of the boy had realized that his own was stink, as well as his clothes washed only with water and greasy hair who, every now and then, using their fingers unravel.
Yahiko smiled, showing yellow teeth. Perhaps his was even worse, he did not know, had been a long time since it was mirrored in a glass case. For
humiliation, two big tears rolling down his cheeks, he wanted to run outside in the rain, to hide the tears and have the illusion of washing.
"I scared
...?"" Please do not come near me. I'm dirty, I suck. Disgust even myself. "
Blushing, Yahiko took her hand, whispering words chosen with care who had jealously guarded within himself, uttered aloud, however, seemed to him even more stupid delusions of Nagato on her imaginary God. He did not care at that time was immersed in misery, the same was beautiful, and one day would be clean and fragrant, have had a bath every day and ate what he wanted because he would put an end to the regime.
"And then I should not like me, not the other way." He concluded, by now most of their red hair. Then Konan was kissing him, a light kiss, and affectionate child, the mirror of their relationship. Still not in need of physical contact was limited to exchange a few caresses and sleep when they were alone together, apparently, among them there was nothing but a deep friendship. The only knowledge of the truth was Nagato, but did not pose questions. He had mentioned the topic only on one occasion: he came home with more food than usual, saying that it had only done his duty before the congratulations of Yahiko.
"So why protect Konan ... but here I'm just a burden. "he said, receiving a large pat on the head.
"Look, you're my friend, you fool! You can not even distinguish friends from the crowd, what do you care for everyone. "As a
child before a new toy, Nagato had smiled, happy to not be considered a third wheel.
That night was not even a drop of rain fall.
Rain. Palpitations. Sighs. Steps.
In the deserted streets we could not hear each other. Taken in isolation were just noises, some even unpleasant, but all had a good harmony together.
step of Yahiko, heavy and fast, to Konan, light and graceful, and Nagato, shuffling and awkward.
Yahiko's breath, deep breath, to Konan, rhythmic and monotonous, and Nagato, agitated and trembling.
Yahiko's heartbeat, slow and rolling; to Konan, slight and imperceptible; and Nagato, rapid and irregular.
The rain, however, was the same for all cold and impenetrable, produced the sound muffled and deceptive, hiding any other noise, giving the illusion of a calm and natural.
"There is no ..." Reasonably
all the villagers were plugged into the house, keeping the doors locked and windows barred, and perhaps some outside looked from some crack, wondering who were those children who dared to venture outside at such a time and praying for their souls already close to death.
until shortly before they too had been sealed in their own shelter, under the close usual blanket, to assume a more or less optimistic on the future of the three Ninja came from afar to defeat Hanzo, tired of discussing whether the dictator had extended the grace or not, they realized that protected by a wooden door half mark that remained on its hinges by magic and a cardboard box were no longer safe on the streets, at least, would not have remained in the dark.
Yahiko wanted to meet those three Ninja, congratulate them for their courage and beg to take them as students.
Konan had not the slightest hope that they were alive, but if the general flight someone had left the store open would eat after a day of fasting.
Nagato, passive, had followed them muttering that if they had all made out had nothing to lose, apart from hunger and weakness.
Hidden in the shadows, they found their target.
As they roamed in what apparently was a ghost town, dirty and ragged, and as they were two men and a woman: the first looked a bit 'to Nagato, surly and taciturn-looking, although he gave the impression to be stronger and more authoritarian, walked in front of the pack, regardless of others. Nagato was always last in line and although he was too weak to prove he held to his friends.
She was a beautiful woman, although much formosa from results obtained, leggermente grottesca e sgraziata; dallo sguardo, poi, sembrava un tipo lunatico. Konan era molto più gentile e da grande sarebbe diventata persino più bella.
L'ultimo, invece, era normale; socievole e disponibile, nascondeva il proprio enorme potere sotto una patina di goffaggine. Yahiko intuì subito chi dei tre gli avrebbe prestato ascolto.
"Voglio che ci insegniate a combattere."
Lei rispose con proteste e rimproveri.
Lui con minacce di morte mascherate da atti di carità.
L'altro sorrise, indulgente e rassicurante.
"Tu e Tsunade tornate al villaggio senza di me. Voglio occuparmi di loro per un po'." Learn Ninjutsu
meant independence, being able to eat without stealing, become strong and fearsome.
And fight for the freedom of their village.
Still incredulous, Yahiko looked up to heaven for the rain to wash his face, making it invisible tears of joy.
"Look, Nagato? We will learn the Ninjutsu! Become strong and grow and then give you a place in this village! Listen with your console you still need God imaginary? "When Yahiko
laughed at, Nagato darkened, both he and Konan did not understand anything of his speeches: he took refuge in an imaginary God, argued only that there was an absolute need for his presence.
had to be just and act for the good of all, protecting the most vulnerable, must have been great, wise and strong, so you can take forward-looking decisions. It had to be above the clouds, real sovereign in this muddy village and unbearable: if he had been able to stop the plague of rain, would certainly have destroyed Hanzo someone like that, as clever and evil, it was still a man.
Unfortunately, the child had never known any person more suited to that role, Yahiko was a bit 'their leader, taking decisions and protecting them, but was not at all far-sighted and wise.
Besides, how could trying to find a God among human beings?
Konan whispered, taking the hand of the companion; used to that sort of hints, Nagato sensed that he wanted to be alone with him. He was happy with the change of subject: he had no desire to argue, much less to discuss about something beyond their comprehension.
"Nagato, we ... we make two steps. "had informed the boy, with a faint hint of discomfort. With a sharp nod of his head made him realize that he understood and was silent, looking away until their heads are not reduced to the size of two dots, one red and one blue. Only now, he decided to walk a bit, 'aimlessly in the rain. The
would often turn in thought, crying non-stop along the way: they could not open-minded parents deceased, was repeated incessantly to avenge them and tears were coming out of the sun, as if to remind him to be useless. When he got pneumonia remained motionless in the mud had simply concluded that he could see them dying.
The first time he met Yahiko was lying in a puddle, semisvenuto, after making sure he was alive, the boy if it was loaded on the shoulders, leading him into a kind of refuge formed by the same rubble of destroyed houses.
"Where are mom and dad?" Had twitter, after regaining consciousness. Without mince words, Yahiko informed him that they were the only survivors who had found in the area.
"We need allies, or will all die."
Then Nagato had burst into tears so desperate not to notice that a pile of rags with blue hair at the time he got up from his corner and, heedless of the situation , pulled clothes Yahiko chanting want to eat.
Yahiko had spoken of an alliance, but was well aware that the role more onerous was his fault, as an older brother had taken care them, protecting them, guiding them and taking the necessary steps to survival. Though sometimes felt misunderstood, Nagato admired him and was flattered that his friend should consider it, but he was not sure of the authenticity of their relationship: the friends protect each other and he was never able to be helpful, so it was not a true friend.
"Did I tell you it has nothing!" In the distance, the voice of Konan "It has nothing to give you! ... LET HIM! "
shooting, the boy ran in the direction of the cries, being in front of a Ninja adult Yahiko and Konan lying on the ground in tears, he knew to be useless as always, yet he also felt something different than usual, fighting terror and anger in him to take over on each other. Some time before he ran away with Yahiko Konan leaving in trouble, but at that moment it was as if he had his feet stuck to the ground, not only because fear had made the legs of lead: Yahiko was his friend, and that kind had attacked.
The last thing he remembered was the desire to collapse on the ground and instantly stop breathing while shaking, had set the man's eyes. Then he found on the ground, gasping and weak; not imagine what had happened, but he did not care: just wanted to get rid of him he hurt Yahiko, so he took the kunai from the pouch planting in the chest, hard. A guide was not more anger mixed with fear crowds, but a lively sense of their actions: the man was about to kill his friend, so it was a murderess. And he was punished.
Only after removing the bloodstained weapon he realized that he had become a murderess in turn, confused as ever, he knelt and wept.
Tears burned as if they are corrosive. He raised his face so that the rain washed it, but even the water burned. The head was spinning and he could see blurry, and the burning of the eyes persisted even though she felt to close them. When
Konan and Jiraiya were to take them away from there, believed to be blind.
Apparently, the atmosphere was serene: Yahiko had thanked his friend for saving his life, even apologizing for not having believed in his abilities. In fact, it was funny to see the roles of the two boys reversed; Konan herself had joked about the strength of more than companion.
The boy did not know that in reality there was absolutely nothing to laugh when he asked what had actually happened, Nagato had looked down, muttering to have no idea. The other laughed, saying that it should not be so low, then he turned to Konan the same question. The girl hesitated for a split second and replied that as soon as Nagato was now the place she had left to get Jiraiya-sensei.
as he was certain of the love he felt for Yahiko, Nagato had felt bound to be a tune to which the other was a stranger, realizing that what happened should remain secret. Maybe Yahiko would not have even believed, even as she struggled to accept it: simply, Nagato had looked the man in the eye and he had slumped to the ground, holding their breath, while the child remained motionless, as if in a trance. The individual concerned could not remember anything, but after listening to his story had lowered his head with resignation.
"I was ...?" she whispered, more to himself than to Konan, the girl did not know whether his was a statement or a question, but had not investigated further: for the sake of 'friend, any word on this event had to be postponed to the day when he wanted to talk about it.
the Nagato was quietly grateful for the one with whom he had confided it was Jiraiya-sensei: I had placed in trust as an adult, but when arrived at the crux of the matter, had asked him how did he also was to grow was evasive, saying that he would have realized alone; apparently even he was aware. Was to be expected: even if an adult was always a man, could not know everything.
A God did not need to grow: by definition it was big and powerful, and protected the righteous and the weak. It was even above the rain.
Looking at those eyes which so disturbed him, Nagato renewed his promise to protect their friends at any cost.
From that moment, two days after the rain stopped.
"I grew my hair ..." With a chuckle in agreement
, Konan put the origami rose he was working on and threw her arms around Yahiko, filling the face with kisses, careless of his enthusiasm, the boy did not react. Pensive, he continued to turn over between your thumb and index finger a strand of blue hair: they had become very long, maybe too much to keep them loose on her shoulders, soft and well-kept, smelled of shampoo.
"What you got ...?" muttered the ear, annoyed and worried at the same time: from when they lived with Jiraiya-sensei opportunities to be alone were rare and Yahiko had never wasted; similar behavior was not from him.
After a funny face, the boy's expression is relaxed, he was reminded of the scene of Konan, under an old blanket, embarrassed because she refused to kiss him from his dirt.
"No, I thought. I never noticed, but it's been a long time. "He murmured absently, and then began to kiss her at the point where they stopped, it was not his intention to wait.
Sometimes only Jiraiya trained Nagato-sensei: although he had never particularly biased expressions of gratitude or affection between the man preferred them all, considering the one with greatest potential, in normal circumstances would have hatched Yahiko jealousy, but Time certainly not complaining, I look forward those moments of intimacy. If the first had the opportunity to spend close all day and sleep together in the presence of Jiraiya-sensei even holding hands. Both acted to ensure that their story remained secret: Yahiko was sure that the sensei would have made fun of, also feared that he believed Konan to be used as a personal pride.
Initially, he struggled even to fall asleep without her at his side, after ensuring that no one could hear, futons rolled in the dark until the companion to wish her goodnight and she begged him to stay close, at least until you get to sleep. One morning he realized that he had fallen asleep where he should not: Jiraiya-sensei was already raised, but perhaps not in the shadows she had seen him, or so he hoped, in any case, the man he had never spoken.
Meanwhile, their relationship had changed: the kisses had become more motivated and more urgent caresses; ashamed of their own instincts, had initially attributed the change to the forced distance, unable to see that it is not more than two children . Yahiko in almost three years had been considerably strengthened and raised in stature, while the sparse freckles that prop up the nose had disappeared altogether, and Konan had gradually lost that childlike grace that made it visible under a pile of rags to acquire a charm Again, though still immature: the life had thinned, she grew breasts and facial features were somewhat more defined and sharp, but softened by an unnatural pallor that even for those who lived in a place where you could not see ever the sun.
Both are no longer content to be close enough to feel the breath and the warmth of others driven by curiosity undressed and touching, exploring each other and stopping just short to stifle giggles generated by accomplices guilty of wanting to continue what had started as a forbidden and dangerous game. Amazed by her beauty
Yahiko stared at her open mouth, never letting go of all: incredibly protective, did not want to force it to accelerate, he realized that their relationship went beyond friendship the day when he saw the man threatened and attacked, so he had promised that he would at any time always respected. As one of his origami, it was wonderful how small, fragile and defenseless.
"Yahiko-kun ..." with trembling hands, Konan tried to unbutton his collar, failed a couple of clumsy attempts finally gave up, taking his companion by the wrists and encouraging them to continue "You're right, they are spent almost three years. "despite the quake, his voice was firm; The boy stared into the eyes, then kissed him on the forehead, blushing. They had grown up together, trusting each other secrets, dreams and fears, arrogant and impulsive with the rest of the world, treated her with exemplary sensitivity, never be false or artifact. Konan had learned to love his breath, his voice and every single detail of her face, it was beautiful, next to her also appeared clumsy, but would not want better.
took a deep breath. They had never had intercourse: she refused at the last moment, even fearful, Yahiko did not insist, reassuring her that he could wait. It was his gratitude for the respect shown to inspire the courage to decide.
"I am ready." She whispered quickly, so you will not regret it. After having kissed and embraced him, took her under the covers, remember the first time they had slept together the night was so cold that both curled up on themselves, could not sleep, so Yahiko had proposed to close and save him warm up each other, getting up, she had put his blanket on him now to spare Nagato, that his teeth chattered more than ever.
The stove into the room a pleasant warmth, but Yahiko was flushed and sweaty as if the heat was unbearable, and although he tried to be as he ended up squeezing it gently as possible without realizing it, but Konan had not uttered a word, struggling to suppress a smile seeing how protective inexperienced.
Eventually, exhausted, the boy fell asleep muttering something unintelligible; inert and happy as a helpless child, his face relaxed, the belly swelled with each breath and her hand still clutched in his. Regardless of the pain Konan stood to watch him, covering him and brushes her hair from her forehead, had called
little girl and
, forgetting to have the same age grown too fast because of the greatest horrors of him believed to be a man, refusing to adapt to a body of fifteen. Rarely gave himself up to sleep, and often the girl had seen him turn over a prey to nightmares, with features for power contracts. She stroked his cheek, happy to see him peaceful rest, the rain outside was nothing but a dull sound and steady, monotonous like a lullaby.
the return of the sensei and Nagato, the two had remained on the sidelines, almost afraid of betraying his own experience with one word too.
front of the mirror, Konan had gathered her hair in a bun at the side of the head, holding them too long to let loose, and saw the reflection of Nagato to their shoulder, had approached silently, holding hands origami shaped like a rose that had laid the ground for kissing Yahiko. In those three years
Nagato was also changed: most of all he had left that air naive and helpless as a child that had characterized, high, very thin and pale, his eyes no longer hidden by the hair, seemed vaguely disturbing. Completely devoid of adolescent awkwardness of Yahiko, he was perfectly at ease in that physical lanky, taciturn combined with the fact that new agility helped make his figure on the left. If it were not for the mirror, Konan would not have noticed his arrival.
"I found it around, but I think you belong." Despite
the knowledge gained from growing up, the boy had been so kind and of a time. After having asked permission to sit beside him took a clip from the floor, you snap the origami and pinned him in arguing that the hair might give. She thanked him, rejoicing for this unexpected gift, he would have worn as a sign of their friendship.
He had never told anyone, not even to Yahiko, what had really happened the day of the assault.
Yahiko rarely cried: an action believed to be unnecessary and unproductive time for the sole purpose of being consoled by someone stronger. Being the pillar of the group nobody He had never bothered to comfort him, if anything else was a burden on his shoulders sometimes Konan had tried, but mostly it was mutual confidence, in which each needed the other equally. During the period of abject poverty, she had often wished that someone would take care of him in a totally selfless, without asking anything in exchange for seeing this from Jiraiya-sensei had burst into tears as a softening, hoping that with all that rain no one would notice. From the first moment he was fond of the man, seeing in him a glimpse of the father now passed away, he did not expect such a sudden departure, but then he was not il tipo da addii lacrimosi.
Il suo vero padre era deceduto per mano di Hanzo un anno prima della guerra civile che aveva reso orfani i suoi compagni: guidava un piccolo ed isolato gruppo di ribelli che avevano compreso precocemente le intenzioni del dittatore. Il bambino si era imposto di tirare avanti, sopravvivere e crescere per continuare quell'opera di resistenza, fermamente deciso a non tradire mai la sua memoria; il genitore lo trattava come un adulto, spiegandogli le ragioni per cui combattere, ma al tempo stesso lo riparava dalla pioggia tenendolo sotto al proprio mantello. L'unica a conoscenza di ciò era Konan, Yahiko non amava raccontarlo in giro: non l'avrebbe riportato in vita.
"Grazie, sensei."
Greeting of the Nagato collected by tears; shouted in turn thanks to all the breath in his throat, hoping that this dot in the distance could still hear him. Had taught him a lot, even outside of combat, and going away was recommended to act to change to that village. He smiled a vacuum: he would not be disappointed.
spent two nights with one of the wealthiest families in the neighborhood was robbed of all money held, throwing a handful of coins into the ground to try the old gang of thieves which had allied in the past that tell what is true, Yahiko found them , even as the meanest of them remembered: some of the children ran to pick them up, similar to mice in the presence of crumbs, while the parent company, now twenty years old, his eyes half shut in between envy and disgust.
"If I hear, this could be the last time you hear of thieves." Declared his little boy, trying to convince them to join their cause, would have liked best allies, but had no other place to go. He proposed on them to teach Ninjutsu and then fight together against the regime of Hanzo, freeing the village, was a good orator at the end of the speech already showed some signs of enthusiasm, although the most were disturbed, waiting for an order to execute. With a shrug, the leader asked what enters income and above what they would stretch, but Yahiko promptly replied with another handful of coins, accompanied by the promise of providing all their needs. Lured by money rather than ideals many nodded, but stopped a couple of guys who, skeptical, believing that they had caused were not able to teach anything to people bigger and stronger. Before the boy could say, Nagato stood up, silent as a shadow, to knock out with simple moves of martial arts, third person ventured to was hit from behind and strangled with an elbow in the stomach. After the demonstration he sat down on the remains of a wall, seemingly indifferent glance of his agreement: they were the same guys who had beaten as a child.
After a brief silence computer, the chief finally agreed to the deal. Before leaving, Yahiko laid his hand on Konan's shoulder, pointing out through clenched teeth that it was his girlfriend, maybe it was just an impression motivated by jealousy, but insists that it had seemed to stare.
She was laughing, making fun of its excessive possessiveness, it was recognized that many people looked, often accompanied all with some stupid joke, but it was just a pathetic bunch of kids. Impatient, never to be taken seriously as a female during training, Nagato had followed the example of putting an end to most of the unrest, but without Yahiko stopped to check it means entrusting young children and made sure to remain in the immediate vicinity. The girl is not arguing, they were already experiencing difficulties in coordinating such unruly kids, raise a question about these useless subtleties would have been foolish and childish. Was partly flattered by so much attention, considering them synonymous with unconditional love, in the rare moments of rest the mate sat and fantasized about the next battle to be organized. It was impossible dream for a team of amateurs that required years of hard training only to realize half, but was happy that they told him about, making them part of his hopes. One day, he promised, they would become reality.
At sunset they were all so exhausted that they are not even able to speak, but often Nagato remained awake, he had never slept alone and unnatural silence disturbed him, turned on his side he kept his eyes wide open and staring at the obstinate empty, waiting to get to sleep. During a particularly long night, his attention was captured by the corpse of an ant in contrast with the white of the floor: it was completely intact, despite the perfect stillness. Focusing on it was greatly surprised seeing her move a few inches, then return lifeless: could have sworn that was already dead; amazed as a child, picked it up and placed it in a box, like a precious object.
attacked by a painful sore eyes came out on the street, eager to wash your face with rain. Soon rivulets of icy water flowed down from the soaked hair as you glide along the neck to sneak up under the shirt, but that does not bother him: he remembered when, a child, he was convinced that a God should be above the rain.
He had never stopped to think that not only dominate the forces of nature, a God was superior to the life and death.
Grow (Part 2)
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hikaruryu for having found the photo of the knights of Camelot superhot, and for making me discover a new band. 
