Doctor
Everyone in the Akatsuki had special talents. Kisame's brute force rarely ever lost a battle when directed properly. Kakuzu's ability to add up numbers in his head flawlessly was what landed him the position of banker. And his love for money, of course, but that wasn't so much a talent as a quirk. Hidan was as immortal as you could get, even more so than his partner. No matter what, he could not be killed. Zetsu was the best spy money could buy. Deidara's slight insanity easily covered up the concern that was there for every single member. He wouldn't hurt anyone, ever, if they were important to him. That was how loyal he was. Sasori had an acute memory that often noticed things no one else did that would more often than not save all our asses. Tobi was… well, okay, so not all of them were special. Oh, wait, I take that back. Tobi was special, but not the way I'm talking about.
But there was one Akatsuki who was above and beyond all the rest.
"Pein-sama…" Itachi purred seductively, dressed in nothing but one of Kisame's giant shirts. I felt a pang of jealousy go through me. My shirt would have worked just fine, thank you! I growled and practically flipped him onto the floor. I pushed him into an all-fours position and took him from behind.
God, the moans he made were amazing. He convulsed haplessly around me, my own orange hair waving in front of my eyes and plastering to my forehead. I felt every inch of myself, but I couldn't have cared less. I was too busy feeling him.
At last, his arms collapsed, and I carefully pulled out. Still breathless, I picked him up bridal style and carried him to the bed. He sighed as he felt the warm covers embracing him. I just stood there, by the side of the bed. His eyes stayed closed, his breathing slowly evening out. Just before he slipped entirely into sleep, he roused himself barely enough to crack his eyes open and stare hazily at me. His hand reached up to touch my wrist. He smiled gently at me.
"I love you," he murmured, letting his eyes slide shut and his hand to limply fall back into the sheets. I looked at him for a few moments, still standing on the edge of the bed. I wanted to climb in with him and sleep forever with him in my arms. My angel- my real angel. But I resisted the temptation and turned back to my desk, preparing to cross the room.
I stood still for a moment, though, then turned with a small smile of my own to land a kiss on Itachi's forehead. Then I went to my desk to file paperwork.
That was Itachi's special ability.
Itachi was a doctor.