- Chapter 01 -

The worst way to begin

"I can't believe I'm actually doing this." A ginger-haired person, with their hair being tied up in a small ponytail and their eyes focused on the sight in front of them with boredom, breathed out. Her grip tightened around her bag and she let a small sigh escape from her lips. Rubbing her temples with her index finger, she mentally cursed.

It was Akira Yamada, the daughter of the policeman who was chasing down the Akatsuki for quite some time now. Yet, someone could instantly point out the obvious changes on her. Like how her hair was shorter than it used to be and tied up in a small, low ponytail; her chest wasn't visible even though it wasn't very developed and she was wearing. . . a boys' uniform? Long black pants, a white button-up shirt and a light blue formal jacket on top. The uniform required a tie as well but for pit's sake, she wasn't going to wear that damn thing. Akira was standing in front of the new school she was attending- Shinobi Academy, an all-boys' school.

But how did she get into this trouble anyways?

2 months ago

It was mid summer and the small town of Konoha was buzzing with people. Everyone had gotten the chance to visit this town and learn more about the History, the ancient people and do some sightseeing. Teenagers had all gone to vacations in near towns, however some of them were still in their houses. One of them was Akira.

"Akira! To my office. . . now," the strict voice of her father was heard in the hallway, making the ginger head glare at her closed door and drop her headphones on her bed. Closing the music, she left her room and walked up to the dead end of the hallway where her father's office was suited. When she had to enter this eerie room, it was under special circumstances that usually had to do with family business or her improvement in school.

The teenage girl sighed and entered the office, taking a glance at the mischievious man who was sitting behind the big wooden desk and was staring intensively in front of him. Akira walked towards him and finally picked a seat in front of the desk, deciding to wear a cold facade in front of the man who had ruined her life. "Father."

"Akira," he greeted, his eyes now looking at a file in front of him. The girl's gaze landed on it suspiciously but she didn't comment it; just stayed quiet.

"Is there any particular reason as to why you called me?"

"Yes," the man announced in a tone which made Akira's body stiffen. "I want to talk to you about Shinobi Academy and the Akatsuki. Also, after that, you will be given the information about-"

"I. Don't. Give. A. Shit. About. Akatsuki," the ginger stated in an angry and very rude demeanor, her glare hardening as she snapped her gaze up to her father. The isolation she was feeling after her graduation from Konoha Private School was unbearable and since then, her life-long hatred for her father had grown; Sato Yamada, the man who was in charge of her and wasn't missing a chance to make her life a living bloody hell.

An angry scowl was plastered on the man's face as he slammed his hand on his desk, making the wooden furniture tremble. "Language, Akira!! How dare you retort me? I'm your father. I have power over you until you turn 18 and saying 'no' isn't an option. Got that?" he yelled at her, narrowing his eyes perilously. Immediately, he calmed down and grabbed a brown envelope, throwing it in front of her. "Besides, if you refuse, your best friend may . . . I don't know - have a small accident and be handed over to the government together with his siblings."

The girl's eyes widened when she read the files. The documents were clearly showing that Gaara Subaku and his siblings -Kankuro and Temari- were living alone without any adult to look after them and they were using their parents' fortune to survive. Painful memories from that night ghosted across her eyes which made Akira look with disgust at her father, hatred and anger building up inside of her. She wanted to scream, to let it all out, to grab a knife and murder the man in front of her. "You . . . are you blackmailing me? Are you really going to do that to your own daughter?"

"If it is necessary . . ."

"You sick man," the ginger hissed under her breath, knuckles starting to turn white from the pressure she had added to the documents. Throwing the papers back to him, her eyes watered slightly but she looked away; she didn't want to show any more weakness to the  devil.

After some moments of silence, the man decided to speak up. "So, do we have a deal? You do what I say and your little buddy is not getting hurt?"

Akira couldn't believe that this was actually happening. She was being threatened by her own father in order for her to take action and unearth the stupid Akatsuki. Not having any other option to pick, she gritted her teeth and adjusted her glasses, brown eyes glaring at him.

"Deal."

The bell of the school rang loudly which made the girl shift uncomfortably in her current position. She flinched when she realized she was going to be late if she didn't hurry. Akira made her own way up to her class, schedule in her hand and eyes hidden behind a light blue pair of glasses. Murmuring curses under her breath, she opened the door of the class silently - only to find a complete mess. An utter chaos. Multiple small explosions were taking place in the corners of the classroom while a blonde . . . male was laughing hysterically at the sight; some students hiding together with the teacher behind some desks, an insane-looking guy throwing pocket knives on the wall where a kid was pinned on and many other things happening in that crazed atmosphere.

If that's the classroom the Akatsuki members attend . . . then everything is pretty normal, I guess, Akira thought and entered the room casually. No one took notice of her which made her a bit irritated; even though she was an undercover in this school, she wanted to get good grades for the high school aftermath. The ginger, not wanting to wait until the class would end, climbed up on the desk of the teacher and cleared her throat.                        

"EVERYONE, SHUT THE HELL UP RIGHT NOW!"

To her surprise, her fellow classmates stopped doing whatever they were doing and looked at her with surprise, annoyance, relief. That gave a chance to the poor teacher to sneak off his hideout and walk up to the girl, indirectly hiding behind her. "Th-Thank you," he stuttered and the girl nodded, jumping off the desk and landing on the ground.

"Everyone, th-this is your new classmate. Please, i-introduce yourself."

The girl looked at her fellow classmates, a bundle of boys. Which ones were the Akatsuki members? 

"Hello, everyone. My name is Akira Fukui and I'm pleased to meet you. Please take care of me," she finished, bowing slightly.

"I will make you a sarcrifice to Jashin, fucking brat!"

"Oi! You look like a girl, un!"

"Look who's talking. . ."

"Shut up, Sasori!"

"Heh, Leader-sama will be pleased--"

"-- if you all shut up."

Akira pursued her lips upon hearing the chatter she had caused but walked over and took a seat besides the blond male who was talking weirdly. His eyes drifted on her and he smirked slightly, leaning closer.

"My name is Deidara. Nice to meet you, un."

"Name's Akira," the girl mumbled as a response, not wanting to open a conversation with someone right now. She was focused in two things: first, to find out who the Akatsuki members were from this classroom and second, not to be busted and made to reveal her true identity. Or she would be screwed.

Suddenly, the door was opened with force (later, it would be revealed that the hinges of the door had popped off) and was slammed unnaturally on the wall. The students inside yelped and looked at the entrance where a tall, dark haired woman jumped inside and on the desk Akira had previously climbed.

"Listen here, brats. From now on, according to the principal's orders, I'm your new teacher, Anko-sensei! Treat me with respect or I will make you eat filth, got that?" The woman yelled in class which made some boys flinch and a particular one to hide behind his book.

A troll-looking boy raised his hand to ask a question, "Erm, we will just call you Anko-sensei? Don't you hav-"

"My class, my fucking rules! No more questions! Now, open your books at page 56!"

Akira was stunned by the teacher's behavior, certainly not expecting the teacher to be as insane as her students. Is she on drugs or something?  the only girl thought when she saw their new homeroom teacher threatening a poor boy with a knife.

Seeing that the blond male besides her was busy chatting with someone, she took out the small booklet she had created during her small training session with her father which was containing all the crucial information about the Akatsuki, information that was supposed to be hidden in the Konoha Police's Top Secret Files. Looking around her suspiciously, she took a peek of the contents of the known names of the gang. Sato had been working on this case for at least six years now so it was logical for him to be informed with the old and new names of the members.

Leader, ??? (???)

Vice-Captain, Konan (???)

Other members:

Deidara (male), Akasuna (male), Itachi Uchiha (male), ??? (male), Zetsu (???), Kisame (male), Hidan (male)

"Tsk," the only girl in the classroom exclaimed with annoyance, closing the book shut. Her eyes drifted to the blond who was sitting besides her and was . . . creating clay birds? His name is Deidara so he must be one of them. . . Hn, interesting, the ginger thought and faked a cough to cover her awkwardness.

Deidara took a small glance at the newbie and arched an eyebrow to her intense staring. "Do I have something on my face, un?"

Akira snapped out of her daze and shook negatively her head, giving a small smile at the blond. Then, a sudden idea popped in her mind. "Erm, Deidara-kun. Can I sit in your table during lunch break?" An evil plan was already being created in her mind. She would sit in Deidara's table where - logically - the rest of the Akatsuki members would be and she'd find out easily who the leader was.

"Eh, sure, un!" he answered with a slight shrug of his shoulders and some of their classmates turned to look at them.

"Oi," a creepy voice mumbled behind Deidara, making both persons turn and look at him. He had messy red hair and his dull brown eyes were staring down at them with no emotion being written in them. "I don't want the newbie to sit with us."

"But Sasori - "

"I don't want another fucking tranny to sit with us, Deidara! You know how I fucking hate the damn trannies who look like yourself," another voice butted in; it belonged to a certain grey haired male who was sitting across Akira and had his shirt open so his torso could be visible.

The ginger looked at his open torso with a raised eyebrow and the next moment she found herself being pinned down on the floor with the grey boy almost above her. Her breath was punched out of her from the shock; she hadn't even felt herself being flung on the floor.

"What are ya looking at, fucking homo?" the male hissed at the disguised girl and smirked widely, a small knife being placed on her neck. Akira gulped with fear at the sharp knife which had pierced slightly her neck and caused some blood trickle down to the floor. But again, what was she training all this time for?

Akira pushed the guy up with her feet - which was far from easy since he was weighting a lot more than her - and she crawled away from him, jumping up. The grey male growled at her and charged once more, the knife being held directly towards her chest. Tch, I don't want to do this but . . . she thought with annoyance and looked at her rival who was approaching her abnormally fast. She grabbed his fist which had made it up to her face, the sharp tip of the knife leaving a small yet deep cut on her cheekbone. Then, she raised her foot up and kicked him hardly in a certain place to his left side she had presumed that was his weak one, making him stumble to the ground.

The girl smiled with triumph to herself but it wasn't too long before she felt herself being pushed on the ground and her head hitting on the floor. Before she could react and hit him back, Akira felt a foot pushing her against the ground and not letting her move. When she opened her eyes, she met Anko's icy glare which made her stand still and not twitch an inch.

"What the actual hell are you two doing?!" Anko yelled at both, causing the girl to flinch and the boy to just look away with boredom.

"Trying to make that wimpy kid a sacrifice to Jashin."

"What the heck? Are you crazy, man?"

"Not as much as you, fucking brat."

"Go screw yourself, you ass."

"BOTH OF YOU!" Anko yelled at the two students, making both of them look at her angrily. "You are both getting a detention! Oi, blondie!" She pointed at the almost afraid Deidara who looked a little lost in his thoughts.

"What?"

"Get those two in the detention room!" Anko barked and Deidara obeyed without any hesitation at his violent teacher's words. Both Akira and Hidan glared at each other but said nothing and followed the blond bomber.

Soon, they found themselves walking towards the detention room which was placed in the very end of the hallway, near the bathrooms. Akira was muttering curses under her breath for the yet unnamed grey male and was wondering how she had already gotten into trouble. She was supposed to befriend her rivals and not to beat them up, yet she was doing the exact opposite.

Deidara opened the door of the detention room and revealed an empty and dull place which looked exactly like any other classroom but with a gloomier atmosphere in it. Behind the desk was sat a mid-aged man whose appearance was screaming "danger" from miles away. The grey male and Akira took a seat in the front, being the only students in the room since Deidara had left them.

After several minutes of silence, their detention teacher decided to speak to them and introduce himself. Yet, the way he spoke made Akira shiver and question what she had gotten herself in.

"I'm Ibiki Sensei and this is the detention room. Welcome, weasels."

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Edited by me - 22-08-2018.