Their world was void of color and light. They learned to love the rain that poured over them everyday and embraced the frigid air that came with it. In result to that, they became cold. Frozen. Unfeeling. Blind to what their hearts would whisper. Fortunately enough for them, their dying humanity was forseen by wise eyes.
The owner of those eyes had expected this and had an answer to this very occurance- his daughter. She was a naive little thing with bright eyes and a thousand watt smile that any four year old could muster.
"Nagato... what are you thinking...?" Konan questioned. Her arms tightened around the girl she was carrying. The little girl shifted slightly before falling back to sleep.
"I will introduce her to the Akatsuki."
"What?! Nagato, you know her condition-!"
"I know it well, so we should take advantage of this situation. Do not argue this with me, Konan. Sakura will fix them whether they know so or not."