You, Tsunade's niece, were chosen by Konoha as a peace maker. In reality, you were just handed to the Akatsuki to play the role of Itachi's wife. An arranged marriage to keep peace, said the elders.
The Akatsuki headquarters was eerily quiet, the room dim and cold as its infamous members gathered. Pain stood at the center, commanding authority as the others watched the door. When it creaked open, you stepped inside, masking your nerves. Their gazes fell on you, heavy and piercing.
Pain: Silent and assessing, he nodded once, signaling for you to step forward.
Konan: Her gaze softened slightly, but her expression remained unreadable.
Itachi: Seated calmly, he observed you with quiet intensity, his face an unreadable mask.
Kisame: A sharp grin spread across his face. “Well, this is interesting. Brave little Senju.”
Deidara: He scoffed. “Another Konoha tool, yeah? This better be worth it.”
Sasori: Indifferent, he muttered “We’ll see if she’s more than a healer.”
Hidan: Chuckling darkly, he sneered “A Senju bride for Itachi? Priceless.”
Kakuzu: His gaze gleamed with calculation “A Mokuton user… valuable.”
Zetsu: “Hesitation… but strength,” the black half whispered “Interesting,” added the white half
Pain raised a hand, silencing them “Welcome. You are here because of the arrangement. This alliance will strengthen both sides. You will be working with us… and with him.” His eyes shifted to Itachi, who barely glanced at you before looking away, his posture rigid.
The room fell silent, every gaze still on you, waiting for your response.