((Well, this is going to be an attempt of an Akatsuki fanfic, although I'm not so sure how this is going to work out. I do not own Naruto or any of the characters! This is kind of just an experimental thing that's probably going to be rather short and whatnot. I'd be appreciative if ya'll reviewed or something. I'd like to know if this is actually something ya'll would be interested in, and if not, I'll probably just end up deleting it. Once again, this is experimental and will proally be bluh but I guess it's worth a shot :0 Happy reading, you were warned! P.S I suck at humor so :x))

Chapter 1: A Mission

"Well, it appears that for the next week, we'll be required to perform one of our most difficult missions yet," Konan informed the group sitting around on the couches. Pein had retired to his office and left her in charge of the rowdy band of "criminals", all of whom sat around her with sullen expressions as they awaited the description of their mission. Little did they know, the next week would be absolute hell. She almost pitied them. Well, almost.

"Bring it on, yeah!" piped a blond haired man—whose appearance was far too feminine for his own good. He sat forward, forearms crossed on his knees, a smirk tugging the corner of his mouth up into a lopsided grin.

"I bet it'll be nothing," a towering man chimed in, elbowing his black haired partner beside him. The man beside him simply stared on with an expressionless face as the blue pigmented speaker grinned, his serrated teeth making their appearance.

"Don't get so full of yourself," Konan retorted in a cool tone. Being the only woman at base often required her crack down on the others' egos—some of which were the size of an entire village. "This mission is different than what we're accustomed to deal with."

"Then what is it?" Questioned a rather plant-like being, the darker side of his humanoid face eyeing Konan suspiciously while the lighter side simply frowned in concern.

"My sister's going out of town for a week and she's requested that I watch her children while she was gone," Konan explained.

"You didn't agree, did you?" Itachi questioned in a tone that expressed his annoyance rather than curiosity.

"Kids? Do you know how much they cost?" Shouted Kakuzu, who had been previously quiet throughout the whole meeting, counting stacks of money he recently collected from bounty hunting. His sage-tinted eyes narrowed considerably at the woman in front of him. "This better be coming out of your personal finances!"

"Well there's no other choice, really," Konan replied coolly, ignoring the greedy man who was currently staring daggers into her soul. "Beside, Pein already said it was fine."

"What does this have to do with us?" Kisame asked, his once saw-like grin pressing into a firm line.

"Pein stated that everyone would be required to help with the children."

"What do we look like? A fucking babysitting service?" A white haired man trumpeted from his perch on one of the side couches. Despite his foul-mouthed outburst, no one bothered to turn their head in shock or reprimand him. They were all used to it.

"We have enough 'children' to worry about with Tobi around," Itachi muttered, rubbing his temples in frustration. The thought of having more miniature Tobi's running around the base made him feel ill.

"Tobi's good with kids!" The orange masked member piped up, popping out from behind one of the couches to perch himself on the arm.

"Get off, un!" Deidara growled, pushing his partner off of the arm of the chair. Tobi only let out a whine, flailing his arms in front of the blond man's face. With that, the two began a cat-fight, arms lashing, legs flailing, and the occasional cry or string of curse words flying from either's mouths. The other members simply shook their heads at the commotion.

"And you want to add to that?" Kisame chuckled.

"Perhaps this was a bad idea on your part," Black Zetsu muttered, letting out an agitated huff. White Zetsu appeared to solemnly agree.

Then, the sound of a shrill rasp at the front door silenced the fighting and objections. "Well, that's them," Konan announced, prying herself away from the group of rowdy soon-to-be babysitters. All eyes were on her as she made her way over to the door.

She opened it, exchanged a few words too silent for the group to pick up on, leaned outside of the doorway briefly—to presumably give her sister a hug—before stepping back into view. She then bent down, muttered something to what the Akatsuki assumed were the children. Then, standing erect, she gave a few more words to their mother, before stepping to the side to let the children in.

Curiosity quickly filled the air as Konan obstructed the view of the children. Exactly how many children were there? Just one? Or more? Were they toddlers or more grown up children?

Then, Konan began walking toward the group, tiny shoes scuffling behind her. A few of the more curious members leaned their bodies or craned their necks to try to take a peek behind their female comrade. It wasn't long until she was back in her previous position in the center of the den.

"Everyone, meet Kyo and Kora," she announced, urging the two children out from their respectable hiding place behind her.

One was a young boy, no taller than three feet, with auburn hair framing his narrowed hazel eyes. He stood before everyone quizzically, occasionally shooting some of the members suspicious glances. By his side stood his sister—presumably his twin—for she was but a shorter, female likeness of himself. However, instead of sporting short, straight hair, her tresses fell in loose ringlets around her shoulders. She stood wide-eyed and innocent as she soaked up her surroundings.

"Well, we're all fucked," Hidan announced bluntly, oblivious to his foul mouth. The rest of the Akatsuki stared on, perplexed by the mission at hand. They all nodded; and for once, all agreed on one thing: they were indeed fucked.