Mercury’s Manifestation

You're lying flat on the cold, damp cave floor, the rough surface pressing uncomfortably against your back. Your mind is empty—no thoughts, no plans, just silence. The idea of diminishing your physical form to conserve chakra for healing flickers through your mind.

Which is exactly what you did.

You haven't eaten anything aside from that suspiciously red, sour "fruit" you found near the cave. At least, you assume it's a fruit. Then again, you're not entirely sure—and, frankly, at this point, you don't care.

After determining that your body is stable enough, you made the decision to venture forth from the confines of your home (the cave). Your curiosity was piqued, much like any other alien, excited at the thought of socialising with humans.

You've been walking around without a definite destination in mind, but one thing for sure is that it's currently morning due to the radiant, warm little sun in the sky. It wasn't your first time seeing the sun but you've never been exposed this closely to the sun before which is, quite taxing you might say. You're going to buy some kind of book to journal your life here.

You stumbled upon what appears to be some kind of shop, vendor or store you're not sure but they're selling food from the smell of it.

Back on Babylonia, flavorful dishes were scarce. Food was purely functional, meant to sustain life rather than be enjoyed. The only truly flavored thing you had ever tasted was the Chakra Fruit, and even that was less about taste and more about power.

Humans, however, seem to place high importance on food, not just for nutrition but for taste, experience, and even emotion. It's strange to you—why care so much about something so temporary? But perhaps... if you were to try their gourmet, you might just understand.

So here you are, standing in line to order this, elaborate meal. There is a human or— uhm— a creature, standing behind you, towering at an imposing height of roughly 7 feet. He's wearing some kind of robe and you're trying your best not to take a peak inside of him with your byakugan. Your head return back infront when it was your turn to order.

"Uhm— Excuse me, I'd like this, fried chicken dumplings, please. Oh, and what's this distinctive bowl? Uh— i'll take them as well." You point a finger over his menu.

The geriatric man scrutinises you from head to toe before silently turning to prepare your food. Moments later, he sets down a steaming bowl of ramen alongside your dumplings, "That would be 260 ryo."

You freeze in your spot, blinking back at the geriatric figure to process this situation. Right. You have no money.

In fact, you have nothing to your name. No identification, no earthly currency—not even your phone to attempt an online payment (not that it would matter; you doubt they use the same system here). All thanks to your crewmen ejecting you into the void of space without your gadgets.

"Uhm... about that..... I sorta, left my wallet at home?" You force an awkward smile.

The elderly man lets out a long, exasperated sigh, rubbing his temples as if this is the hundredth time today he's dealt with nonsense. "Listen kid, I ain't running a charity here, I can't just serve you free food now— If you don't got the Ryo then you gotta leave." He chastises you like some lower life form and you're standing there with a frown, contemplating if you should use FORCE to obtain your food or take your defeat for today.

You hear a voice behind you, and turn around to see the same shark-like creature with jet blue hair and a greyish-blue skin tone, adorned with gills beneath his eyes. His smug grin stretches wide, revealing an array of sharp teeth, and he regards you with an air of amusement before addressing the old man. "Put it on me, pops." .

The vendor raises a brow but doesn't protest.

The shark-like creature continues, maintaining a light-hearted and teasing tone "I mean, when else am I going to get the chance to show my philanthropic side?"

The old man sets the steaming tray in front of you. Eagerly, you accept it, breathing in the potent aroma of the herbal ramen; your mouth watering in anticipation.

Noticing your intense gaze, he dismisses you with a wave "Don't worry about it, enjoy your meal it's on me. A beautiful person such as yourself deserves it," he winks in a manner that gives off an unsettling vibes— like a serial killer. You take this as a sign to move out of his vicinity and sit down on one of the tables set up by the restaurant's owner.

As you settle in, you begin to take in your surroundings. The sparse crowd and the equally suspicious demeanor of the other patrons—it all starts to click. Most of them have their hoods up, faces deliberately concealed. The atmosphere hums with a quiet tension, a silent understanding among those who frequent this place.

This isn't just a restaurant.

It's a gathering spot for those on the run or engaged in unlawful activities. Explains why the owner was so hostile with you. His business caters to these— bandits!

You also try your best not to criticize the stark differences in aesthetics between Earth and your homeland.

In Babylonia, everything was minimalistic yet technologically advanced, radiating an undeniable level of sophistication. Structures were sleek, seamless, and transmundane, blending effortlessly with the celestial landscape. Even the inhabitants carried an air of otherworldly refinement—elegant in both form and manner.

Meanwhile, Earth is... chaotic in its beauty. Full of natural resources, with nearly everything made from wood and stone, exuding a vibrant yet functional aesthetic. The landscape is untamed, dotted with lush greenery and flowing rivers—a stark contrast to the sleek, sterile environments you're accustomed to. The sheer saturation of colors strains your eyes at first, overwhelmed in a way you've never experienced before.

Your honest review? 9/10. A beautiful vocation spot. Underated and needs to be gatekept.

The shark man and his other companion was sitting on the table next to yours. You don't waste time to look at anyone with one mission— to devour. The first dumpling that enters your mouth felt like the hot sun, bursting in a foreign taste that you have never thought of imagining. It's hot, oily and salty and undeniably delicious that made your big bug eyes widen in amusement.

Then comes the second dumpling. Same reaction. Exact same reaction.

"I've never had such... such cuisine before—this is, ART!" you exclaim like a madman, practically trembling in euphoria. Your next target? The ramen. And nothing—not even the strange company around you—can stand in your way.

Itachi Uchiha, glances your way, piqued by your sudden outburst. His expression remains unreadable, but his gaze lingers for just a second before he casually turns back to Kisame.

As if understanding what Itachi was trying to convey with his eyes, Kisame shrugs before leaning in slightly, covering the side of his mouth as if about to share some scandalous gossip.

"Aint she a girl from your village?"

Itachi doesn't confirm nor deny, only responding with a slight raise of his eyebrows.

Kisame clicks his tongue, glancing back at you "The byakugan. Girl's got the byakugan."

Now, Itachi is holding back.

Not because he isn't intrigued—no, quite the opposite. When something piques his interest, his natural instinct is to stare. Unwavering. Unapologetic. It's just how he is. And honestly? It's an added aura points if his sharingan were activated.

So, he risks a peak from his peripheral vision—just enough to confirm what Kisame had pointed out.

The Byakugan.

Was it alright for him to question why you looked the way that you are? His mind ticks. It's undeniably Hyuga eyes, but... everything else about you is off. The odd dress, the strange hair, the facial features that don't quite match what he'd expect from your clan. Was it his place to question it? Probably not.

Maybe you're just going through some rebellious phase. A Hyuga runaway, trying to carve your own path—which would certainly explain why you're here, in a place no respectable shinobi from the Leaf would willingly set foot in.

"Why did you pay for her food?" Itachi asks, his voice measured—loud enough for Kisame to hear, but quiet enough that you wouldn't catch it.

Kisame pauses, cup of steaming green tea halfway to his lips. He sets it down with a quiet clink, contemplating for a moment before shrugging. "Because," he starts, then briefly hesitates before continuing.  "I honestly don't know. She looks like a mythical creature and i find that beautiful. You know how i am when it comes to uniqueness and individuality,"

Itachi exhales, the kind of sigh that carries the weight of understanding. The kind that says "I've seen through you long ago."

"You know I wouldn't judge you if you just admit that you like treating random girls because you find them attractive right?" He speaks with the patience of a wise sage who has long since figured Kisame out.

"That's not true," The shark denies, scoffing as if the idea is absurd.

Too caught up in their debate, they dont notice you lingering on the corner of their table "Mr. Sharkman— I would like to thank you for this kind act of service. This was indeed the best thing I’ve ever had since eons! I shall repay you in the future. For now, i shall bid my farewell and may fate bring us back again,"

Your dramatic proclamation leaves no room for response. Before either of them can react, you swiftly turn on your heel and leave, disappearing into the crowd like some wandering enigma.

A beat of silence passes.

"What an odd girl," Itachi muses.

Kisame, still processing the entire exchange, exhales through his nose. "What's even weirder," he mutters, lifting a lazy finger to point behind Itachi, "is Zetsu spying on us for no reason."

Itachi doesn't even turn around. "Of course he is."

Phew, What an extraordinary first day of mingling with humans.

The food? Beyond compare.
The nature? Beautiful, refreshing—so unlike anything from your homeland.

Despite your initial reservations, you find yourself at ease. Sure, you got a little too shy to properly converse with your benefactor, but that's fine. You'll see them again in the future.

Humans are so kind and welcoming! (You will soon change your mind at this)

As the day winds down, you begin to contemplate your next steps. You can't remain indefinitely in the cave that's too... unclass even by your standards. You need a house, a place with a breathtaking view—something that befits your existence.

But to achieve that lifestyle, you need resources.

In other words—
You need a job.

What does human do anyway? You can't imagine these feeble being having some kind of jobs that you could do. But perhaps... a restaurant? Learning about gourmet cuisine could be worth considering. If nothing else, it would at least ensure a steady supply of delicious food.

Lost in thought, you wander deeper into the forest—until something feels off.

You become aware of a presence... or rather, the lack of one.

It's strange. If you were being honest, there's nothing there. No movement, no sound—nothing that would indicate someone is following you. But the scent? That's unmistakable. It's the same one from before.

A scent reminiscent of your kind.

You could activate your Byakugan, confirm exactly who or what is tailing you—but that's too much effort for a nonchalant bandit like you.

And really, are you even in danger? You doubt it.

If anything, this feels more like a nuisance.

So instead, you just keep walking. If they have something to say, they'll come out eventually. If not? Then they can keep lurking in the shadows like a coward.

"What is," The eerie silence of the woods is broken by a voice that seems to come from nearby. "Someone like you doing here," It echoes through the trees, seemingly coming from everywhere and nowhere all at once.

You're not sure where exactly the voice is coming from and you don't bother to turn to look for it.

You place a hand on your chest, adopting an innocent tone. "Me?" you repeat, feigning mild curiosity. "I am merely a wanderer." There was a long pause of silence after that.

The mysterious figure slowly emerges from a nearby tree, melding seamlessly with the bark as if he were part of it. Only his head and shoulders are visible at first, his hair blends harmoniously with the falling leaves, taking on a distinct green hue. "You are no mere traveler." he says, his yellow gem-like eyes peering into yours.

His two-toned face—half black, half white— makes his uniqueness impossible to ignore. There's something about him that feels unnatural, yet familiar.

He tilts his head slightly. "Tell me," he continues, his piercing gaze unrelenting, "Which side are you on"

“Depending on your answer— it will determine your fate right here and now." A thin layer of tension settles over the air.

"I—" You attempt to break the awkward silence, only to be rudely interrupted.

"Hey, isn't she your mommy—"

"Shiro— Shut the hell up!"

"She looks like the woman that you call mot—"

Your eyes narrow in confusion. "Mommy?" you repeat, utterly bewildered.

"Ignore what he said— answer my question."

"Oh hell no— Im not your mommy!" You declare defensively as if the suggestion offends you.

"No shit! I know that!" snaps the black half of the creature.

From what you can gather, there are two distinct beings currently conversing with you—though they share the same body. The white half—Shiro—seems to be passive, almost absentminded, while the black half is aggressive, short-tempered, and clearly trying to control the conversation.

"Are you Kaguya's spawn?" You asks ignorantly not knowing it was some some kind of ingrained taboo subject to say around them. Although, this was the only conclusion you could make at the time.

"Kuro— she knows!"

They look at you, conflicted not saying anything else.

"Im no Kaguya— nor am i from her lineage." You clarify, taking offence at the presumption considering its racially biased. "Which is by the way, a racist assumption to make." You fold your arms, feeling the need to set the record straight.

"However, i am from the main branch and I have no idea what you even mean about which sides. Like i said, Im just a wanderer with no intention of  world conquest—"

You pause, then add with a smirk—

"Fingers crossed, though."

They continue to stare at you in a manner that borders on unnerving, as if contemplating whether to devour you. Still, for an Otsutsuki, they bear an appearance differently from your own kin. Are they supposed to be Kaguya’s Kama? But there’s two of them so nothing make sense.

After a long pause, the creature finally breaks the stillness. "What is your goals, your purpose," His voice quieter this time, reflecting a sense of introspection.

"Conquest? War? Chakra Fruit? Tell me,"

You release a sigh before folding your arms across your chest. "My name is Otsutsuki (Y/N). I am currently interning in the Strike Hawk team from the scouting faction as an Intergalactic explorer." The two-toned creature remains silent, watching you closely.

"I AM a wanderer— I came from Babylonia, it’s a different planet out there. Unexpectedly, I find myself here after a less-than-smooth emergency exit from my spaceship. Would you like to hear more about my lore? However, I must insist on a Patreon subscription to gain access to this premium content. Economy, you see, is rather unstable at the moment."

"Kuro, what in the hell did she just say to us," Shiro speaks, as if scared.

Kuro too, not being able to understand jack shit you're saying, don't question it any further lest he appear stupid.

"Okay, but you're still suspicious and i don't trust you,"

"Okay," You say unconcerned.

Partial awkward silence passes by and Shiro couldn't stand the awkwardness of looking at your empty face "So, uhm.... allow me to introduce ourselves," he says "Our names Zetsu, Im Shiro and he's Kuro. But you can just call us Zetsu,"

"Dont talk to her so casually!" The black one berates.

Shiro, a bit confused, responds awkwardly. "Well... why are we just standing here, looking at each other? It's a bit awkward, isn't it?"

"We don't know her and for all we know, she could be a foe,"

"Zetsu, right?" Feeling a bit left out from the conversation, you addresses them "Why don't you come out of that tree, I imagine it's rather uncomfortable to be protruding out of those when talking"

Zetsu obeys, emerging fully from the tree trunk and stepping onto the ground. Now standing before you, they tower slightly over you. Your gaze flickers to their shoulders— adorned with what appears to be some kind of plant that you will soon learned to be a venus fly trap. You can see the cloak they don, the same exact one worn by the kind shark man and his reserved companion. A black robe with red clouds printed on it. Maybe its some kind of fashion trends for earthlings!

"Is my existence a threat to you?" You tilt your head, watching their reaction. "It's true that i can't prove my innocence and i can’t make promises that i am not a hundred percent sure of. However, should i change my stance in the future, you shall be the first to know." You wink after saying this, as if this entire situation is just some casual business deal. "For now, I want to pretend this is some kind of, vacation. So, let's call it temporary truce."

"Hm, okay we can work with that," the nicer one says while Kuro remains silent.

You smirk. "Good. We're getting somewhere."

"So what now? what are you going to do?"

"Do you have attachment issues? Why do you need to know my today's agenda?"

Zetsu click his tongue in a defiant gesture "Don't regard yourself as some higher being. It is natural for us to monitor you,"

You squint at them suspiciously "Yeah, okay I'm just saying, it feels like a rather unhealthy attachment—"

"Well, at a certain point, we are worried about you. You're an alien after all," He responds almost endearingly.

"Well, since you're being nice about it, my main agenda is... getting a job."

"What—? Why in the world would that be your main goal?" he blurts out. "Shouldn't it be, I don't know, stealing this planet's chakra fruit or dominating the people—something more... Otsutsuki-like?"

"That sounds like effort, and I'm on vacation." You stare at him blankly.

"If I'm going to be here for a little while, I might as well get a decent-paying job, build a nice house next to a river, and have a farm." Your eyes figuratively sparkle as you envision it—the peaceful scenery, the gentle sound of water, fresh produce right outside your door. "I think... this is what I was meant for."

Zetsu stares at you, momentarily stunned, before an uncharacteristically soft smile tugs at his lips. "Hey... that's a cute dream. I like that."

"I know— right?! You should totally move in with me and we can build our dream farmhouse together," You invade his personal space, interlacing your fingers with his.

Zetsu visibly tenses at first, but surprisingly, he doesn't pull away. Even more interestingly, White Zetsu actually seems excited about the idea.

"Sure!"

Black Zetsu, however, is far less amused. He sighs, slipping his hands free from yours and placing them at his sides.  "We have a more intriguing proposition if you come with us. We can offer you a job,"

You pause. "Wait—like an actual job? With a salary?"

"More like... a long-term contract," he corrects, his tone unreadable.

"Ugh, seriously? That sounds suspicious as hell!" You cross your arms, eyeing them skeptically. "Just so we're clear, I better not be expected to do anything disgusting, like eating humans or something!" You emphasize your disgust by sticking out your tongue in a theatrical manner.

"It's fine thats our job anyway," Concerned, you raise your eyebrows at this statement but he doesn't wait to clarify what it means.

"We're a group of mercenary and we make good money," He explains and you're already losing interest.

"I'm not a mercenary, and I don't—" You hesitate, crafting your words carefully. "I don't particularly like taking someone's life. It makes me feel... sad." You lie through your teeth for no reason other than to come off as a refined saintess with high morals.

"What?"

"I mean, sure, I'd do it if my life was on the line," you quickly add, waving a hand dismissively. "But I'm, like, really bad at fighting, so are you sure you want me in your little gang?"

Zetsu exhales, clearly unimpressed. "Being a mercenary isn't just about killing people," he explains patiently. "If that's not to your liking, we can make an exception regarding your job and missions. However, your performance will affect your pay depending on the job at hand."

"Okay, is this a choice or am I being kidnapped?"

"It's not a choice. Join us or we take you by force—"

Before you can protest, Shiro quickly interjects, "Considering that we know your identity, it would be beneficial for you to join us," he suggests, opening his arms in a welcoming manner. "We can assist you in adjusting to Earth, and we can help you in your journey of self-learning. You're clearly curious about this world, and from what I can tell, you have a hunger for knowledge. We'd be a perfect fit for you."

"Uhm...." You hesitate, eyes darting between the two.

"Trust me! The Akatsuki has fun working environment and you'll get to meet all sorts of interesting characters. It's the best place to learn about human psychology!" Shiro exclaims enthusiastically, as if he's pitching a dream job.

"Sure it is," Kuro scoff, making a big deal of rolling his eyes.

"What's in it for you?"

"We get to keep you by our side," Kuro answers smoothly.

For a moment, you almost mistake it for something romantic—until you remember it's coming from an eerie, plant-infused manifestation of Kaguya's will. That kind of kills the mood.

"Alright fine," It doesn't take you awhile to make up your mind "But under two— no, three conditions." You raise three fingers right in his face. "First, I want to experience human culture and you're not— in a absolutely no condition to get in my way.  Second, I want to wear humans clothing. And lastly, I want a house next to a beautiful landscape, preferably by a beautiful river." You flash him a smug, turtle-like grin.

"God damn this woman and her demands—" black Zetsu claims, somewhat vexed.

"Certainly, we can build the cottage for you," white Zetsu informs "However, you'll need to be aware that you won't be able spend most of your time in your home. To ensure effective communication and mission execution, you'll be required to live at our headquarters. It just makes things easier for everyone involved." Zetsu blinks blankly at you.

You question this "What? aren't there phones or other communication devices we could use?"

Zetsu chuckles softly at your question.

"Im assuming you're referring to a phone like a traditional telephone. We don't use those to avoid being tracked. But fear not, we do have another means of communicating when everyone's too far away with another."

"Oh, great. No Block Blast for me," You grumble under your breath.

"Anyway, just come with us first, I'm sure even someone like you could be of use to the organisation," He tries to offer you a handshake as a gesture of goodwill. You scrunches your nose at this.

"Ugh, don't act like I need your help— don't think I'm some kind of pushover for you to boss around, you need to show some respect towards someone you're trying to recruit!"

Kuro's face tightens, suppressing the urge to bite his tongue. For the time being, he has to swallow his pride in order to keep you close by his side. He understands that it would be dangerous to let you out of sight until you can no longer pose a threat to his goals.

"We regret any offense," Shiro chimes in with a disarming smile. "You are beautiful. Would you please consider joining us?" he requests politely, the expression on his face winning you over effortlessly.

"Oh my, you really think I'm beautiful? Oh what a flatterer!" You playfully slap his shoulders and giggle.

Shiro chuckles at your playful gesture, his cheeks flushing slightly. "Well, I have to admit, you are quite captivating," he replies awkwardly, still feeling the impact of your playful slap on his shoulders.

Kuro interjects, his voice tinged with annoyance. "Why is her appearance even relevant to this conversation?"

"You should learn a thing or two about the art of seduction." You enthusiastically agree with Shiro's  statement.

"Fine," Kuro grits out, barely masking his irritation. "Consider it respect, then. Now, are you coming or not?"

You roll your eyes but ultimately take his hand—just long enough to shake it once before letting go. "Oh, wait before we go— can't forget my bindle"

Zetsu tilts his head, raising one eyebrow at this. You enter the cave and emerge carrying an intriguing weapon (what he would assume). It's a long black metallic device that you're carrying on your shoulders with a white cloth attached to its end, imitating a bindle. When he squint at it closely, the white cloth seems to be the white cloak you wore earlier.

Kuro stares at you, unimpressed. "That's not a bindle. What the hell is that thing?"

You pat the sleek metallic surface fondly. "Oh, this? Just my trusty plasma rifle." You pause for dramatic effect before adding, "It's mostly for self-defense. You know, in case someone tries to abduct me into a shady criminal organization or something."

Shiro lets out a wheezing laugh, clearly entertained, while Kuro pinches the bridge of his nose. "You're unbelievable."

"And yet, here I am, still coming with you," you quip, adjusting your 'bindle' on your shoulder. "Now, are we going or what?"

Zetsu observes that you have a particular fondness for eating and experiencing new smell. Throughout your walk, you constantly spam "What's this smell?" at him every chance you get whenever a foreign aroma enters your nostrils.

Shiro, ever the patient one, eagerly indulges your curiosity. "That's the scent of wildflowers. The wind carries their fragrance from the valley below."

You hum thoughtfully before stopping mid-step. "Okay, but what's this smell?"

"How the hell am I supposed to know what every damn thing smells like?" Kuro grumbles.

Shiro laughs. "That's just the damp earth. It rained a while ago, didn't it?"

You nod, taking a deep inhale before exhaling dramatically. "I gotta say, Earth really is something else. Everything has a scent! Back home, everything smells the same—kind of sterile, kind of... nothing."

Shiro tilts his head in thought. "That sounds kind of sad, actually."

"Enough about smells. We've got a long way to go.

You flash him an impish grin. "Oh, come on, Kuro~! Aren't you curious what you smell like?"

Shiro immediately joins in. "Yeah, Kuro! What do you smell like?"

Kuro clenches his jaw, clearly losing patience. "If you stick around long enough, you'll smell like dirt—because I'll bury you in it."

You laugh, clearly unbothered. "Aw, see? This is why we get along."

As the journey continues, Kuro finds himself growing accustomed to your constant chatter. He still rolls his eyes and sighs dramatically whenever you say something particularly absurd, but deep down, he doesn't actually mind it.

Shiro, on the other hand, thrives in your presence. He eagerly engages in conversation, making playful quips, and teases Kuro whenever the opportunity arises. "You know, Kuro, she might be your long lost sister. You both have the same way of getting under my skin—except she's charming about it."

"Tch." Kuro clicks his tongue but doesn't argue.

You smirk. "Admit it, you'd be lonely without me."

Kuro narrows his eyes. "I literally just met you five hours ago, don’t push it."

Shiro giggles. "You so would."

Kuro doesn't respond. Instead, he looks ahead, focusing on the path forward. But the way his shoulders relax just a little doesn't go unnoticed.

For the first time in his existence, Kuro feels like he belongs—not just as a tool or a shadow of Kaguya's will, but as an individual. He won't say it aloud, but a part of him hopes this strange, ridiculous, endlessly talkative Otsutsuki sticks around.

You open up about the incident on your spaceship before landing on Earth, and Shiro responds with sympathy and agreement, finding your story amusing and siding with you. "That's insane! They just.... throw you out on space for the fun of it? while they didn't have any concrete evidence? Jeez you aliens are brutal.."

"Right? The way they treated me, you'd think I was some kind of intergalactic criminal instead of a hardworking intern. I swear, they act like they own me!" You wrinkle your forehead in an ugly manner.

Kuro, however, remains quiet, deep in thought. Your words stir something unfamiliar inside him—a yearning he refuses to acknowledge. He wonders what's it like becoming a babylonian. To be part of something. To belong to a people, a lineage. Sure, the way you describe it sounds like prison but grass is always greener on the other side— and he knew this!

He cant help but wonders, what his life could have been, if only he was born in Babylonia and not just an abomination of Kaguya's will.

You and Zetsu come to a mutual understanding—no one, not even the Akatsuki, should know about your true identity as an Otsutsuki or the existence of extraterrestrial beings. If word got out, it could create unnecessary chaos, and the last thing you want is to become a target for power-hungry humans.

"Alright, so what's my tragic backstory?" you ask, folding your arms with intrigue. "I assume you two have something dramatic in mind."

Shiro claps his hands together excitedly. "Of course! We've prepared a very compelling origin story for you. Ready?"

Kuro sighs but doesn't object. "We kept it simple, so listen carefully. You're an exiled noble from a hidden, long-forgotten clan. Your village was wiped out, and you were the only survivor."

You raise an eyebrow. "Wow. That's so original. So tragic. I'm already crying."

Kuro ignores your sarcasm. "Your clan specialized in a unique type of chakra manipulation, something rare enough to justify your abilities but not too outlandish to raise suspicions. And since your people were annihilated, there's no one left to verify your claims."

Shiro grins. "We even gave you a cool name for your clan—how about the 'Otsuya Clan'? Sounds fancy, right?"

You hum in thought. "Otsuya...? Is that supposed to be a short-form of Otsutsuki? No— that's very original. Has a nice ring to it." You say not so sarcastically

"Hey, i thought it was a good name," Shiro defends himself.

"Funny thing is, Otsuya means 'to pass the night' it just means the night before a funeral," Kuro chuckles in an evil way like he's amused by such childish things.

"Alright. I like it. But just to be clear, if anyone finds holes in this story, I'm blaming both of you."

Shiro waves his hand dismissively. "Relax! You're in good hands. Just be mysterious and vague when people ask questions—humans eat that up!"

Kuro crosses his arms. "And most importantly, don't slip up. If anyone figures out the truth, we'll have to silence them permanently."

You give him an exaggerated gasp. "Kuro! Are you implying I should resort to murder? That's so cruel! I'm a delicate soul, you know."

He rolls his eyes. "Just don't mess this up."

You ponder aloud, recalling your anthropology classes. "According to my studies, humans are said to have inherited some Dojutsu and abilities from the Otsutsuki clan," you mention, gesturing towards your eyes. "The Byakugan was one of them. How am I supposed to explain?”

Kuro clicks his tongue, mildly irritated that you caught onto this potential flaw. "Tch. You just had to bring that up."

Shiro, on the other hand, looks unbothered. "Easy fix! We just say your Otsuya Clan was a distant offshoot of the Hyuga. You know, a branch that split off generations ago and developed their own unique techniques before eventually being wiped out. That way, the Byakugan in your possession won't seem too suspicious.”

You nod slowly, rubbing your chin in thought. "That doesn't sound that convincing. Wont the Hyuga clan get nosy about some long-lost relatives suddenly showing up?"

"Unlikely. The Hyuga are arrogant. They only care about their own bloodline and immediate members. If you claim your clan was exiled or went into hiding centuries ago, they'll probably dismiss you as an irrelevant outsider. Besides, they have bigger concerns than chasing ghosts." Kuro scoffs.

Shiro nods enthusiastically. "Exactly! And if anyone questions it too much, just say you don't know all the details since you were just a baby when your clan was wiped out. Instant sympathy points!"

"So basically, I should act like a tragic amnesiac orphan?"

Shiro grins. "Now you're getting it!"

You roll your eyes but can't deny that it's all very interesting. The way Zetsu came up with all of these shows how knowledgeable he is regarding humans and earth. Well, you're now with a new identity, one step closer to blending in with the humans—well, almost.

To prevent further questioning, Zetsu concludes that obtaining new attire for you would be wise. You, too, are excited at the prospect of wearing human clothing, Gosh you're going to fit in with the humans!

As you walk through a village, you pass by a boutique showcasing stylish clothing for women. Your eyes locked on a stunning white sundress on display on a mannequin, you didn't wait to point it out "Zetsu, I absolutely must have that one! It's so human,"

Shiro claps his hands together, clearly pleased. "Ohh, good choice! You're gonna look spectacular in that."

Kuro, however, seems less impressed. "You're really indulging her whims now?"

You grin, holding the dress against yourself to admire it. "What? I have to look the part if I'm going to blend in with humans, don't I? Consider this an investment in my disguise."

Kuro sighs. "You're not even trying to blend in. You're making a spectacle of yourself."

"Well, maybe I want to be a well-dressed spectacle!" you shoot back playfully, already walking toward a nearby alleyway to change.

A few minutes later, you step out, twirling in your new dress. It's light, airy, and the skirt flares just enough to make you feel like a princess. "Tada~! So? Do I look human now?"

Shiro gasps dramatically. "Stunning! A true lady of culture!"

Kuro just crosses his arms. "You still have bug eyes. No dress is fixing that."

You roll your eyes but decide not to let him ruin your moment. "Hater."

After completing the purchase, you eagerly stuff your babylonian clothing inside your bindle, a pleased grin stretching across your face. "I can't believe you actually bought it for me. I thought you were going to tell me to steal it or something."

Kuro scoffs. "What do you take me for? A common thief? We have standards."

Shiro, however, leans in conspiratorially. "He totally would've made you steal it if we were in a rush.”

You snicker at that, amused by the stark contrast between their personalities. You strike a pose flaunting your new fashion  "Well, now that I have this, I need proper shoes to match!"

Kuro groans, pinching the bridge of his nose. "You are so high-maintenance."

Shiro chuckles. "She's learning how to be human. It's cute!"

You ignore their commentary, already scanning the nearby shops for footwear. The idea of fully immersing yourself in human culture excites you more than you expected. Perhaps Earth wasn't such a bad place after all.

You've barely taken a few steps when you hear someone whistle. "Hey, pretty lady! You new in town?"

Zetsu stiffens beside you. You blink, turning to see a couple of local men grinning at you.

Shiro leans in and whispers excitedly, "Ohhh, you're already attracting admirers! This is part of human culture, you know."

It takes a couple of days to reach the destination, and throughout the journey, Zetsu takes notice of your stamina, noting how impressively long you can walk without expressing any signs of weariness.

You arrive in front of a cave, dressed in a stunning white sundress and a large matching straw hat. Shiro compliments the look, appreciating the beach-themed attire, but Kuro, being pragmatic, questions the practicality of your outfit.

"I still don't get why you're dressed like you're about to lounge by the ocean," Kuro mutters, clearly unimpressed. ”This is a hideout, not a vacation resort."

You adjust your hat dramatically. "It's called fashion, Kuro. You wouldn't understand."

Shiro chuckles. "I think it suits her! Very summery. Gives her that mysterious foreigner vibe.

Kuro just sighs and turns toward the cave entrance. "Whatever. Just don't complain when that dress gets torn up in training."

"Training?" You blink, finally looking past them and into the dimly lit cavern. The entrance alone looks foreboding, like something out of a horror story.

"You didn't think joining the Akatsuki would just be lounging around and sightseeing, did you?" Kuro gives you a deadpan look.

Shiro, ever the peacemaker, adds, "Don't worry! It's not all bad. Everyone's... well, mostly friendly. And besides, you're strong, right? You'll fit right in!"

You squint at them. "Hmm. I do like the idea of an exclusive club. Are there snacks?"

Kuro rubs his temples, already regretting everything. "Just get inside."

As the cave door eerily slides open, an uneasy feeling washes over you. Why is the hideout in a cave? What's the difference between your old cave than this? Regrets starts growing on your face and Kuro finds satisfaction in this. When you step inside, the environment transforms from a rocky cave to a more normal-looking space, resembling a house attached to a cave for concealment.

It was already midnight by the time so the rest of the Akatsuki members are in their respective chambers doing whatever they're doing. Zetsu leads you into a room, bearing an ominous plate of "Pain" on it. You swallow hard and considers your end. He's going to throw you inside a torture chamber and inflict some kind of kinky pain— Your mind wanders off and Zetsu notice the sweat accumulating on your forehead. Are you smiling our of anxiousness or what the hell is happening?— he thinks.

Zetsu squints at you, clearly disturbed. "Why are you smiling like that?"

You snap out of your thoughts, clearing your throat. "No reason! Just... mentally preparing myself for the worst.”

Kuro sighs. "You're being dramatic. 'Pain' is the leader. This is his office."

Your eyes widen. "Oh! That makes way more sense. I was starting to think this organization had very questionable initiation rituals."

Shiro snickers, while Kuro just shakes his head and knocks on the door. "We're here. Just... try not to say anything too stupid."

You gasp, clutching your chest in mock offense. "Me? Say something stupid? I would never—"

He knocks on the door ignoring whatever ramblings you’re on— thankfully there wasn't some sort of torture machine and tools  inside the room, instead a seated man behind a desk.

In the dimly lit environment, the man's intense orange hair stands out, complemented by his chiseled features, including prominent cheekbones adorned with facial piercings; adding onto the edginess of someone who is referred as 'Pain'. His porcelain like complexion gives him a corpse-like appearance. As he opens his eyes, revealing the Rinnegan, you find yourself caught off guard, your breath hitches at the rinnegan bores straight in you.

Pain's voice is deep, controlled. "Zetsu. Who is this?"

Zetsu nudges you forward, and you realize it's your cue to speak. Straightening your back, you flash a charming smile. "Greetings, mighty overlord of suffering and despair! I am but a humble traveler seeking employment."

A heavy silence settles over the room.

Kuro mutters under his breath, "This was a mistake."

Pain blinks slowly. "...Employment?"

You nod eagerly. "Yes! I bring many talents to the table. For example, I have excellent survival skills, I can eat a concerning amount of food in one sitting, and I have an eye for fashion! Oh, and I guess I can fight if absolutely necessary."

Shiro snickers, while Kuro groans, rubbing his face in exasperation. Pain, however, does not react. He simply observes you with that eerie, unreadable expression. "And what is your purpose for joining us?"

You place a hand on your hip. "World domination is a bit ambitious for my taste. I'm mostly here for the paycheck

Pain leans back slightly, steepling his fingers together. "...Hn."

"Pain-sama," Zetsu addresses the man behind the desk, who has his gaze set on you. "I have a personal favor to ask of you,"

Zetsu motions towards you, introducing you, "This is (Y/N), someone whom has piqued my curiosity." Your face appears strained almost like you're constipated, but Zetsu seemingly ignores it and continues, "And (Y/N), this is the leader of the Akatsuki, Pain-sama."

An uncomfortable silence settles in the air as you locked eyes with Pain, unflinching. It takes him by a surprise, the way you're looking directly at his rinnegan while most would have fallen to their knees of of the sheer pressure.

"Zetsu, i am highly intrigued that you brought someone you found out of your own interest. I would be hearing you out since you are our most loyal and trustworthy members however, The Akatsuki is already at its maximum when it comes to numbers." He addresses this in his authoritative tone.

"Hear me out " Zetsu says. "She'll be useful. We'll make sure of it."

Pain's piercing gaze shifts between the two of you, considering. "Very well. I will consider it, but step out of line, and you will be eliminated."

You offer a two-finger salute. "Understood, bossman."

Without any warnings, Zetsu kicks you out of the room as if it was a confidential meeting. As you're escorted out, you hear Pain sigh. "What is she wearing?"

You glance at your sundress and hat, then at Zetsu. "See? Someone appreciates fashion."

......

"What the???" You exclaim after being shoved out, getting flashbacks of that time your colleagues ejected you out of your spaceship. You're not sure what to do or where to go now but you can't just starts running off to explore this mysterious mansion.

As you lean against the cold stone wall, you mull over Pain and his eyes. How could humans possess the rinnegan? But then again, the Byakugan was a genetic characteristic of the Otsutsuki decendents, so should you really pay much attention to a pair of rinnegan? Yet, the rinnegan were not a genetically inherited trait for humans. They were only awakens in certain Otsutsuki during their lifetime! Those eyes must've been given out of some sort.

Your train of thought is interrupted by the sound of footsteps approaching. Turning your head, you spot a tall man but you can't really see his face from the dimly lit light on the wall. He stands in the shadows, attire matches Zetsu's—black cloak, red clouds. You wonder how many humans have this trendy robe in their closet.

And who might you be?" he asks, voice smooth but carrying an edge of amusement.

You push off the wall, straightening your hat before responding, "New recruit, I guess. Still figuring that part out."

He lets out a low chuckle. "Huh. Didn't think we had any openings." His sharp eyes study you. "You don't look like a fighter."

"Gee, thanks. I'll be sure to take that as a compliment." You huff.

His grin widens. "No offense, of course. Just curious about what you bring to the table."

"Still working on my job description," you say all of this without looking at the man.

The blue-skinned man studies you with a slow tilt of his head. Then, something seems to click in his mind.

"Wait a second," he narrows his eyes, then grins. "I know you. You're that weird lady from the restaurant."

Your head snaps up. "Huh?"

"Yeah, yeah—back in that little town. You were stuffing your face like you'd never seen food before. Didn't have enough to pay, so I covered for you," Kisame says, coming out of the shadows, features could be clearly seen by you.

You blink, then gasp dramatically. "Oh my god—Shark Man! That was you?”

Kisame chuckles. "Shark Man? Really?"

"Thankyou for the meal, by the way! It was amazing!"

"Amazing is an understatement, you were inhaling your food like a starved animal."

You clutch your chest in mock offense. "Hey! That was my first food— in forever! Of course, I was going to savor every bite!"

Kisame barks out a laugh. "Savor? You practically unhinged your jaw like a snake." Kisame glances down at his wrist, checking the time before peering back at you. You don’t respond, taking a mental note of his teasing personality.

"Well, if you're joining, I guess this'll be interesting." His sharp eyes glint as he gives you one last once-over. "Try not to get yourself killed, yeah?”

You flash him a cheeky grin. "No promises." and just like that, he disappears into the shadows.