For coupling's sake, I only included Sasori, Itachi, Hidan, and Deidara in the Akatsuki. I know, there's more, but don't send me hate mail. I love ALL Akatsuki; it's just not practical here, though. I concentrated mainly on my favorite pairings!

Ugh, I'm soooo stressed out. The finals are coming up, and I NEED a distraction from all the studying…brain…melting…gaaaahhhh…

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"I'm bored."

I glared at the red-haired man and threw my pencil at his perfect head. It flew harmlessly past the actor's head.

"You're not the once managing your schedule."

Sasori sighed and folded his hands behind his head, eyes shaded by expensive glasses. His flawless skin was what girls first noticed about him, I reminisced in amusement, as I gazed at him. His mouth was set in a tilted line.

The door smashed open, and a blond strode into the room. He towered over me and swept the long strands out of his face.

"Hey, Sakura, where's the Coke? Itachi's about to have a nervous fit." His blue eyes flickered to the sleeping Sasori.

"Leave him alone, Deidara. He's been on set all day." I wanted to push the hair off of his eye, but it was kind of cute in a way. I feigned interest in my overloaded planner. "The Coke cans are in my fridge downstairs. Tell Itachi that he can only take two at most."

Deidara charmingly threw his trademark grin at me.

"Only two?"

"Two," I replied firmly. The actor shrugged and quietly left the room.

I sighed and sunk into my swivel chair. I managed the Akatsuki, a group of actors who were world-famous. A band of four very different personalities, I was almost always in deep dog doo with them. Not to mention the fact that girls idolized them everywhere, I had to manage four sets, four constant demands, and four schedules.

I frowned, concerned about Itachi. The last time something was withheld from him, he haplessly beat a poor fan to pulp. I tried to sneak past Sasori, clipboard tucked underneath my arm, when my foot snagged on the edge of the carpet and I face-planted the floor.

Sasori's whipped his glasses off and stared at me with his constant sleepy eyes. I moaned at the coursing pain.

"Sakura, walking in a straight line isn't that hard, you know."

"Oh, shut up," I mumbled beneath my hand. He sighed and bent down to me, his minty sweet breath ruffling my pink bangs. Unconsciously, my face reddened.

He reached for the Hello Kitty band aids on my desk and ripped the paper off of one. Sasori taped one across the bridge of my nose and helped me to my feet.

"Seriously, I'm not going to pay for your nose job."

"It's just a scratch!" I snapped. I marched to the door as Sasori melted down on the sofa again, pulling the shades down. He looked like An Apollo statue, perfectly still and beautiful. That was his charm with the camera. I crept down the hotel hallway to the door adjacent from my room.

The door was unlocked, and I could hear Itachi's booming, velvety voice even before I walked in.

Deidara was on his stomach on the king-sized bed, headphones wrapped around the bright blond color of his head and face buried in Shonen Jump. He looked like he was asleep.

Itachi stood by the kitchen table, his dark eyes murderous. His shiny, shoulder-length, obsidian hair was pulled into a simple ponytail, his usual hairstyle. Itachi was clothed in all black; a tight muscle shirt and baggy cargo jeans completed the looked.

Hidan, my most foul-mouthed member, glared at him with purple eyes from across the table, both cans of Coke clutched in both hands. His silver hair was pulled back away from his charming, perfect face. Aside from Deidara and Sasori, he was another girl-killer. Hidan was clothed in only his baggy jeans, shamelessly showing off his lean body and accented muscles.

"Damn it, Hidan, there's two of them," Itachi was growling.

"Fuck yeah, but I'll need one later on. I'm staying up all night on the set with all the bitches."

I groaned and the two men turned in unison, surprised that I was there.

"Hidan, give him one."

"But-"

"NOW."

The silver-haired actor scowled and gave, no, threw the can to Itachi. He easily caught it with one hand and popped it open, chugging it like water.

Deidara woke up from all the commotion and yawned.

"What happened to your nose?" he said sleepily. I slapped my hand over the band aid as the two other men zoomed in on it like snakes.

"Yes, what happened to your nose?" Itachi asked with narrowed eyes, moving in closer.

"Fell again?" Hidan chuckled.

"Oh, shut up. I hate you too."

"Is that going to need surgery?"

"Does it hurt a lot?"

"You know what?" I growled. "You can all go to hell. See if I care. I only came to make sure that you guys don't kill each other."

Before they could respond, Sasori burst through the door, breathing heavily and eyes wide.

"Guys, you all better your asses down to the lobby."

"Why?"

"The press is here! They demand an appearance!"

Hidan grumbled as Deidara threw him a simple black shirt. Itachi grumbled about "damned autograph freaks."

I was laughing as I analyzed their pissed expressions. Ten minutes later, we were making our way to the elevator. Itachi forced me into a red cocktail dress, much to Hidan's perverted happiness.

Deidara wrapped an arm around my waist when I thought I was about to have a seizure when the elevator door opened. A million camera flashes when off, blinding me with something the boys were used to. He practically had to drag me into the crowd.

Security guards pushed screaming girls and some boys back as they clawed and roared. I was almost terrified of them, secured to place only by the arm that held me against a body I knew. Hidan grasped my hand, Sasori held my back, and Itachi stayed close to my front, forming a bodyguard-like protection.

A few years back, a rabid fan girl grabbed me when the guy's backs were turned and beat me senseless. My arm and leg were both broken and the boys mercifully held off any shooting until I was better. Ever since then, they've been guarding me like a dog over a bone. I'm thankful for them, but sometimes, it annoys the "fuck outta me," like Hidan would say.

"Hey hey! Look over here!"

"I LOVE YOU ITACHI!!"

"MARRY ME DEIDARA!"

"Smile for the camera!"

A reporter smushed in through the people and jammed a microphone in Itachi's face. He slapped it away, but the reporter waved it back again.

"Tell me, Itachi, are you all fighting over your manager?"

"Hellz ya!" Hidan butt in with a wide grin that only increased the screaming. "She's totally hot over me."

"What…-?!"

Sasori let out a frustrated groan as Deidara hissed bitterly. His fist went up, but I grabbed it and threw it back to his side before he could punch out the annoying reporter.

"There is nothing among us," Sasori said in his smooth voice. Athough he kept a blank face, I could see the fury behind his dark eyes. "Go away."

The reporter grinned secretly, like he had just stumbled upon a cool revelation. He snuck away, triumphant.

"God damn, those fuckin' reporters are gonna get what coming to them…" Hidan growled as he began to roll up his sleeves. I pinched his arm.

The guys kept up their depressed auras they signed the millions of papers that were thrust at them. I stood uselessly in the corner, smiling pathetically and occasionally shaking hands. That's my job: working behind the scenes while taking no credit for what the guys do.

After three hours of signing, Hidan gave up with a throw of his pen. Sasori was half asleep, and Deidara hid out in the bathroom.

"Oh, my, god. If I sign another anything, I'm going to kill someone!" Itachi snapped, throwing a poster in a poor girl's face. She wandered away with a dazed expression.

A black-haired boy wandered up, heading not towards the boys, but…me? Deidara, Sasori, Itachi, and Hidan all whirled in their seats, teeth bared.

"Sakura? Is that you?"

I narrowed my eyes. He clearly knew me, but I was drawing a blank on his face. Itachi broke a pencil in half and stood up, knocking over the chair.

"Little brother…"

"Sasuke?" I gasped. It all came back to me; we used to go to school together. He was my close friend and crush until he moved away. His memory was pushed away from my mind until now.

I remembered him to be a grim boy, but the sweet smile he threw at me was too much. I squealed and wrapped my arms around his neck. Behind me, I could hear Hidan straining against Sasori, who was saying something along the lines of "it's not worth it."

"I can't believe you're here! Oh my god, how have you been?"

Sasuke smiled and, hooking an arm around my waist, pulled me away from the boys. They gasped in shock, Itachi roaring and Deidara cussing in another language.

"I've been fine, Sakura. I've decided to pursue astronomy here. Prices are a bitch in Japan; taking a class would've put me in bankruptcy," he chuckled.

"Well, it's nice to have you back!"

"I know," he said, looking up at the sky. I could totally see why I crushed over him for so long. "I miss being here." I would've missed the quick glance at me if I hadn't been staring intently at Sasuke.

"Sakura! We need you here!" someone shouted.

I looked back, saddened by the fact that the spell was broken. The guys were furiously waving me back, almost desperately. Sasuke, too, looked back as I did, a frown curving down his lips.

"Do you have fun with the Akatsuki?" he suddenly blurted out. He sounded almost…

jealous.

I laughed, fondly remembering all my crazy times with them.

"Yeah, I do. They're like older brothers to me."

Sasuke sighed in relief as the Akatsuki waved me over again, impatient. I tried to signal for them to stop, but apparently, they didn't notice. I groaned and detached from Sasuke's arm.

"I have to go now. They'll throw a fit later on."

"Wait." Sasuke grabbed my arm. "Do you have anything planned later tonight?"

I blinked.

"No. Why?"

"Well…um…" He blushed, something that seemed shocking to me. "Can we go out to eat later? You know, catch up and stuff."

"Like a date?!" My heart throbbed excitedly against my chest. I had been waiting for forever to hear him say that.

"Yeah. A date."

I pulled away with a lopsided grin on my face. I was shaking and babbling inside of my mind; this was an once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Managing the Akatsuki gave me no time to do anything for myself.

"Great! 7 o'clock!" I shouted as I waved goodbye to the boy. "See you soon!"

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"7 o'clock?!?"

"A DATE?!"

"What were you thinking?!"

I was too giddy to pay any attention to the four fuming actors who were scattered around me. Sasuke was coming in three hours, and I wanted to be perfectly ready for him when he came. I already curled my hair and was busy trying to pulling it up. Curly strands kept popping out of the attempted style, annoying me more than the guys on their worst days.

Deidara angrily flipped through channels at the speed of light with Sasori. They weren't even watching anything; it was just Deidara's way of distracting himself. Sasori eventually got bored and started pacing the length of the room.

Itachi and Hidan, especially Hidan, were chewing my date out like he was their main enemy.

"This is so fuckin' retarded!"

"You only talk to him for five minutes!"

I glared at them and tried out hair pins. They kept flicking open and stabbing my head. In desperation, I grabbed the hairspray and froze my hair in whatever position it was in until everyone in the room was coughing and choking on it.

"Oh god, what the hell is that stuff?" Itachi gasped.

"Good god!"

"Oh, be quiet. It's the same stuff you use on set." An awkward silence pursued.

"Yeah, well, all this trouble for one guy you just met," Deidara grumbled.

I considered just walking out on them, but this was my room, and I was experiencing a major case of space invasion.

(*~ ok, random, but HOLY SHIT! I JUST GOT A FUCKIN SPLINTER IN MY KNEE AND IT'S BLEEEEEDING!!! oh god, hold on a sec…burns..aaauugh…~*)

"We take you out and stuff, don't we?" Deidara said innocently, looking up at her with his big, blue eyes. I sighed and brushed the hair out of his eyes. It fell back in place over his eye. "Why do you have to go out with this guy you haven't seen for years?"

"Well..."

"It's her own damned decision," Sasori roared. Everyone turned to stare at him. He hadn't moved from his spot, but his eyes were drilling towards me. "Let her choose her own dates. She's old enough."

I gaped. Sasori was the last person I suspected to stand up for me. Hidan looked like a kicked puppy.

"B-b-but…!"

"No 'buts,' you friggin retard," Deidara snapped. I was surprised at his change of attitude. "Let the girl choose." I had a feeling that he implying more than just my date.

"You guys are just being immature," I groaned, making my way to the door. "It's not even a real date. Sasuke and I are just going to catch up on a few things. That's all."

"'Catch up'." Itachi snorted in mockery. "Right."

"But," I heard Hidan quietly say, "aren't we good enough for you?"

I shut the door behind me, feeling strangely torn and depressed. I had a feeling that this date wasn't going to be my best.

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Ok, so I'm going to write four different chapters, each where she ends up with a different Akatsuki member. Like, you choose the end and stuff. Oh yeah, each following chapter will be a DIFFERENT SITUATION AND ENDING, so don't start fuming about Sakura being a whore and stuff.

Oh my god, the splinter hurts soo bad!

Gah.

Oh, and I'm sorry if Sakura seemed mean at the end. IT WILL GET BETTER, I promise! *wink*