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   "So that's her? The coveted Cherry Blossom of the Leaf?" A red-headed man, known as Sasori, was the first to speak. His eyes moved up and down her body. "She doesn't look like much. It's hard to believe something that hot is a ninja."

   Hidan let go of Sakura's wrist. "Yeah, I know. But she is. She's the one Leader wants, taught by the Legendary Sannin herself, Tsunade."

   "It's going to be different having a female around, yeah," a woman-looking figure stated. This was Deidara, of whom was a man. He sat comfortably on the couch,uch, twittling what appeared to be a wad of clay. "What do you think, Itachi?"

   "Hn." Sakura recognized him immediatley; Itachi Uchiha. He was leaning against a wall, arms crossed. His long, black hair was tied back and was lain casually down his shoulder. He studied her with his deep red eyes. "I'm going to take a shower." He was gone in an instant.

   Sakura cleared the lump in her throat. She was nervous, scared, and confused. Besides the three men that spoke, there were two others that seemed to be bickering. She identified them as Kisame and Kakuzu.

   Hidan took Sakura's wrist again. "You'll be seeing leader now. Be respectful, otherwise you'll be killed."

   Sakura gulped.

   Several doors were opened before they reached their destination. Hidan knocked on the door, "I've got her!"

   The door swung open. Hidan pushed Sakura to the middle of the room, directly in front of a large, wooden desk.

   "I've been expecting you, Sakura Haruno," the man she'd heard behind the door spoke. He had fiery orange hair and multiple peircings.

   "Uhmm...." Sakura was uncertain of what she should say. She looked around the room. It was dark, and there were large bookshelves covering the walls. They were filled with all kinds on literature. Her face reflected the worry in her heart. The only stupid thought she had was 'Is he emo?'

   "You've been specially selected to join Akatsuki. If you accept, you shall recieve your own ring, cloak, and shelter. If you decline, death shall follow you," his eyes bore into hers, "Do you accept?"

   Sakura remained silent, looking down, ashamed that she couldn't escape the situation. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the "leader" get up and stand behind her. She blinked, and a kunai was held to her neck. A gentle gasp escaped her full lips.

   "It would be a shame to see that pretty lilttle head of yours on that cold, hard floor, wouldn't it?" Leader breathed in her ear, drawing the knife closer.

   Her voice was shaking, "I.... I...."

   "You?"

   "A-accept," Sakura felt her knees grow weak. The scent of defeat was in the air.

   "Smart girl," a sly grin played on his lips as he patted her shoulder, returning to his desk. He scribbled something onto a piece of paper. Once he was finished, he shoved the paper aside and opened a drawer. He pulled out a ring. He held it out for Sakura to grab. "You wear this at all times. It symbolyzes your Akatsuki membership. It once belonged to Orochimaru."

   She felt sick putting the ring on. Especially knowing that it previously belonged to that snake, Orochimaru.

   "Now about room accomodations..."

   Sakura felt her head jerk up. Would she be getting her own room? She wasn't sure. She saw Leader study a piece of paper.

   "All the rooms seem to be filled... So...." he flipped the paper over and his face crumpled at the eyebrows, "You'll be rooming with Itachi." Her eyes grew wide. He expected her to sleep in the same room as the blood-thirsty Uchiha? Yes, he did. "Alright. I'm done with you. Hidan will escort you to your room. From there on I expect you'll find your way around."

   Sakura was still awestruck. She walked out the door, eyes still wide, pupils dialated.

   "So how was it, Kunoichi?" Hidan stood in the hallway, arms crossed.

   No reply.

   "You sure don't talk much. Well, who were you assigned to room with?"

   Her lips were dry, and she had to force the words, "I-Itach...i."

   Hidan looked surprised. "I guess since neither of you talk much, you'll get along."

   Hidan had no way of knowing how social she truly was. She was still scared, shocked, and dumbfounded. They began walking through a long, narrow hallway. They stopped at a door painted white. Sakura found it odd that Itachi Uchiha would have a white door. Hidan opened it and let her in. He didn't dare take one foot through the ominous door.

   It appeared that noone was in the room. It was dark, and very... Black. 'Of course an Uchiha would have a depressing room...' she thought. The space ws considerably large with a king-sized bed in the center, against the middle back wall. A dresser was on the right wall, with a bookshelf on the opposite. The bookshelf led to a bathroom. The door was shut, and light seeped from the crack seperating the door and the floor. 'He must be in there...'

   Sakura sat on the well-made bed. Their meeting was inevitable. The best she could do was brace herself.

   It seemed like it took him forever to come out of the bathroom. Sakura wasted the time by looking at the ceiling to see if she could "find" any pictures. She'd had boredom games like this since she was a little girl. One she did often was find triangles in the folds of her palms.

   Time went on, and Sakura seemed to get slightly more comfortable. Then the doorknob to the bathroom twitched. Her attention diverted to the door. It opened.

   There, standing before her, was Itachi Uchiha. His hair laid damp on his shoulders, long and free from its typical hairband. He wore a fishnet shirt and black pants. Sakura noticed the absence of his headband. He actually looked... Hot. His fit body was visible through the tight mesh shirt, and she noticed how rugged and sexy his face was. He looked so much like Sasuke.

   His cold eyes met her warm, nieve ones in an instant. She looked away swiftly, ashamed that she was staring.

   "You were assigned to stay with me," Itachi made an educated guess, but disguised it as a statement.

   Sakura nodded.

   "Hn," he grunted as he sat on the bed, leaning against the headboard. It didn't matter to him that she was there. She would be there for a long time.

   He examined her. She most definetly was attractive. As intimidated as she was, she was still graceful. He grinned to himself, 'She'll be mine.'

   Itachi was your typical badass. He got just about any girl he wanted. Being in Akatsuki didn't cut you off from society. Many women found them sexy and wanted to be with them. Men found them powerful and wanted to be them.

   Sakura saw out of the corner of her eye that he was watching her. She turned to face him. The Uchiha was lying there, arms crossed, assessing her every move. After watching one another, he moved closer to her.

   "Tell me, Sakura," he whispered, "what do you want?"

   She could feel his breath against her face. It had a slight scent of mint. Her airstream was trembling, frightened by the two inches seperating their lips. The sound of her name within his words was.... Slightly alluring. She had to admit that the sheer danger of the situation excited her. It kinda turned her on too.

   "I-I..."

   "Hn?"

   "I... I'm kind of... Hungry," she was clearly nervous.

   Itachi finally drew his face away from hers. "Get up." He was blunt. He walked to the door and opened it. His hand gestured her out in a polite and graceful manner. Sakura stood and walked out the door. He moved in front of her, walking her to the kitchen.

   It was a cafeteria-esque space. There seemed to be workers on duty, prepared to get the members food at a whim. Itachi approached them. He turned to Sakura, of whom was following him. "What do you want?"

   It was odd hearing him ask this a second time, but now it was more specific. She thought for a second, "Uhm.... A... Bowl of ramen?" Itachi noticed how she didn't stutter.

   The food was quickly delivered. The two moved to a table. Sakura ate extremely fast, and was done after a mere two minutes. He watched her intently.

   By the time she was done, she was out of breath. Itachi didn't even have to ask if she was done. He took the bowl and put it in the sink. Sakura had to admit, she was slightly surprised by the halfway-gentleman conduct of the man who murdered his whole clan.

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   "So that's her? The coveted Cherry Blossom of the Leaf?" A red-headed man, known as Sasori, was the first to speak. His eyes moved up and down her body. "She doesn't look like much. It's hard to believe something that hot is a ninja."

   Hidan let go of Sakura's wrist. "Yeah, I know. But she is. She's the one Leader wants, taught by the Legendary Sannin herself, Tsunade."

   "It's going to be different having a female around, yeah," a woman-looking figure stated. This was Deidara, of whom was a man. He sat comfortably on the couch,uch, twittling what appeared to be a wad of clay. "What do you think, Itachi?"

   "Hn." Sakura recognized him immediatley; Itachi Uchiha. He was leaning against a wall, arms crossed. His long, black hair was tied back and was lain casually down his shoulder. He studied her with his deep red eyes. "I'm going to take a shower." He was gone in an instant.

   Sakura cleared the lump in her throat. She was nervous, scared, and confused. Besides the three men that spoke, there were two others that seemed to be bickering. She identified them as Kisame and Kakuzu.

   Hidan took Sakura's wrist again. "You'll be seeing leader now. Be respectful, otherwise you'll be killed."

   Sakura gulped.

   Several doors were opened before they reached their destination. Hidan knocked on the door, "I've got her!"

   The door swung open. Hidan pushed Sakura to the middle of the room, directly in front of a large, wooden desk.

   "I've been expecting you, Sakura Haruno," the man she'd heard behind the door spoke. He had fiery orange hair and multiple peircings.

   "Uhmm...." Sakura was uncertain of what she should say. She looked around the room. It was dark, and there were large bookshelves covering the walls. They were filled with all kinds on literature. Her face reflected the worry in her heart. The only stupid thought she had was 'Is he emo?'

   "You've been specially selected to join Akatsuki. If you accept, you shall recieve your own ring, cloak, and shelter. If you decline, death shall follow you," his eyes bore into hers, "Do you accept?"

   Sakura remained silent, looking down, ashamed that she couldn't escape the situation. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the "leader" get up and stand behind her. She blinked, and a kunai was held to her neck. A gentle gasp escaped her full lips.

   "It would be a shame to see that pretty lilttle head of yours on that cold, hard floor, wouldn't it?" Leader breathed in her ear, drawing the knife closer.

   Her voice was shaking, "I.... I...."

   "You?"

   "A-accept," Sakura felt her knees grow weak. The scent of defeat was in the air.

   "Smart girl," a sly grin played on his lips as he patted her shoulder, returning to his desk. He scribbled something onto a piece of paper. Once he was finished, he shoved the paper aside and opened a drawer. He pulled out a ring. He held it out for Sakura to grab. "You wear this at all times. It symbolyzes your Akatsuki membership. It once belonged to Orochimaru."

   She felt sick putting the ring on. Especially knowing that it previously belonged to that snake, Orochimaru.

   "Now about room accomodations..."

   Sakura felt her head jerk up. Would she be getting her own room? She wasn't sure. She saw Leader study a piece of paper.

   "All the rooms seem to be filled... So...." he flipped the paper over and his face crumpled at the eyebrows, "You'll be rooming with Itachi." Her eyes grew wide. He expected her to sleep in the same room as the blood-thirsty Uchiha? Yes, he did. "Alright. I'm done with you. Hidan will escort you to your room. From there on I expect you'll find your way around."

   Sakura was still awestruck. She walked out the door, eyes still wide, pupils dialated.

   "So how was it, Kunoichi?" Hidan stood in the hallway, arms crossed.

   No reply.

   "You sure don't talk much. Well, who were you assigned to room with?"

   Her lips were dry, and she had to force the words, "I-Itach...i."

   Hidan looked surprised. "I guess since neither of you talk much, you'll get along."

   Hidan had no way of knowing how social she truly was. She was still scared, shocked, and dumbfounded. They began walking through a long, narrow hallway. They stopped at a door painted white. Sakura found it odd that Itachi Uchiha would have a white door. Hidan opened it and let her in. He didn't dare take one foot through the ominous door.

   It appeared that noone was in the room. It was dark, and very... Black. 'Of course an Uchiha would have a depressing room...' she thought. The space ws considerably large with a king-sized bed in the center, against the middle back wall. A dresser was on the right wall, with a bookshelf on the opposite. The bookshelf led to a bathroom. The door was shut, and light seeped from the crack seperating the door and the floor. 'He must be in there...'

   Sakura sat on the well-made bed. Their meeting was inevitable. The best she could do was brace herself.

   It seemed like it took him forever to come out of the bathroom. Sakura wasted the time by looking at the ceiling to see if she could "find" any pictures. She'd had boredom games like this since she was a little girl. One she did often was find triangles in the folds of her palms.

   Time went on, and Sakura seemed to get slightly more comfortable. Then the doorknob to the bathroom twitched. Her attention diverted to the door. It opened.

   There, standing before her, was Itachi Uchiha. His hair laid damp on his shoulders, long and free from its typical hairband. He wore a fishnet shirt and black pants. Sakura noticed the absence of his headband. He actually looked... Hot. His fit body was visible through the tight mesh shirt, and she noticed how rugged and sexy his face was. He looked so much like Sasuke.

   His cold eyes met her warm, nieve ones in an instant. She looked away swiftly, ashamed that she was staring.

   "You were assigned to stay with me," Itachi made an educated guess, but disguised it as a statement.

   Sakura nodded.

   "Hn," he grunted as he sat on the bed, leaning against the headboard. It didn't matter to him that she was there. She would be there for a long time.

   He examined her. She most definetly was attractive. As intimidated as she was, she was still graceful. He grinned to himself, 'She'll be mine.'

   Itachi was your typical badass. He got just about any girl he wanted. Being in Akatsuki didn't cut you off from society. Many women found them sexy and wanted to be with them. Men found them powerful and wanted to be them.

   Sakura saw out of the corner of her eye that he was watching her. She turned to face him. The Uchiha was lying there, arms crossed, assessing her every move. After watching one another, he moved closer to her.

   "Tell me, Sakura," he whispered, "what do you want?"

   She could feel his breath against her face. It had a slight scent of mint. Her airstream was trembling, frightened by the two inches seperating their lips. The sound of her name within his words was.... Slightly alluring. She had to admit that the sheer danger of the situation excited her. It kinda turned her on too.

   "I-I..."

   "Hn?"

   "I... I'm kind of... Hungry," she was clearly nervous.

   Itachi finally drew his face away from hers. "Get up." He was blunt. He walked to the door and opened it. His hand gestured her out in a polite and graceful manner. Sakura stood and walked out the door. He moved in front of her, walking her to the kitchen.

   It was a cafeteria-esque space. There seemed to be workers on duty, prepared to get the members food at a whim. Itachi approached them. He turned to Sakura, of whom was following him. "What do you want?"

   It was odd hearing him ask this a second time, but now it was more specific. She thought for a second, "Uhm.... A... Bowl of ramen?" Itachi noticed how she didn't stutter.

   The food was quickly delivered. The two moved to a table. Sakura ate extremely fast, and was done after a mere two minutes. He watched her intently.

   By the time she was done, she was out of breath. Itachi didn't even have to ask if she was done. He took the bowl and put it in the sink. Sakura had to admit, she was slightly surprised by the halfway-gentleman conduct of the man who murdered his whole clan.