Saikuro

Disclaimer: Don't own Sakura or mentioned Akatsuki members. Do own Takai though .

Sakura looked down at the little girl in front of her. She had long, lanky black hair, her overgrown fringe covering her eyes. Her skin was greyish white, and her fingernails were long and uncut, carefully, stroking the lining of her ripped, grey pinnyfore dress.

Her mouth opened and shut, like a goldfish's. Her fingers scratched at her dress, and her stockinged feet shuffled from one to the other.

'Who are you, little girl?' Sakura asked, crouching down to the girls level.

'They hate me, they'll kill me, they do awful things to me, I'll kill them, I hate them, I'll kill them, I hate them,' the little girl whispered, her ramblings barley audible.

'Who hates you?'

The little girl clenched her fists. 'Akatsuki...'

'What do they do to you?'

'They don't. I'll kill them if they do.'

Sakura wondered weather this little girl could kill so much as a bee. 'What would they do?'

'They're waiting until I'm of age.'

'Of age for what?'

'I don't know. They won't tell me. But they say its good, and i'll enjoy it, and if I don't enjoy it, they don't care. Its for their amusment.'

Sakura was disgusted. 'What do they say?'

'Sasori-sama said he was going to have me every week. Hidan-sama said he was going to have me everyday. Deidara-sama said he was going to have me every hour of everyday. When I asked why they weren't doing it now, they laughed and said because they weren't peadophiles.'

Sakura shook with anger at the Akatsuki's disgusting way of teaching this little girl how to grow. 'Little girl, what is your name?'

'Takai,' she whispered.

'Takai?' That was a strange name for someone. Takai meant death. 'Takai, why do you live with the Akatsuki?'

'I killed my mommy.'

Sakura was silent for a moment.

'I didn't mean to. It was an accident.'

'How did you do it?'

'Like this.' Takai lifted her head up, and brushed her fringe away, exposing her yellow eyes. Clear, pupil-less yellow eyes, thin slits. Cats eyes.

'Takai, you don't need to show me-'

'Saikuro!' Takai's eyes lit up green for a moment, and all Sakura could see was the bright, flurescent light. Takai dropped her fringe and stepped back, as Sakura plummeted head first at her feet. 'I did it again,' Takai murmured, without the slightest bit of remorse in her voice.

'Takai-san!' Came a voice. Takai didn't look up. Itachi put his hand on her shoulder. 'Its time for your training, Takai-sama.' He muttered with an evil smirk. Takai nodded dully, and followed Itachi out of the room.

'I'm sorry, miss,' she whispered to Sakura's dead corpse on the floor of her basement.

A/N: This is just drabble, I don't know if I'll carry it on. If I get any good reveiws, I might write a few more chapters. But I don't really have anymore ideas for this story, so if you do, please share them with me! I'd be very grateful, and give you credit or dedications