Ok. I've kinda gotten addicted to doing my characters paired with someone from the series… I do the same thing for other friends. Like once, my friend Nina-chan loves Gaara-san. So I paired her up with him, and it made a cute couple. I did the same with my other friend, Rose-chan, and I paired her with Jack Sparrow, and Jacob (from Twilight) . They were really good FFs. Actually, the one with Jacob was about 30 written pages.

Anyways, I know it doesn't seem like much now, but I plan on having this a SasoRen fic. (BTW, SnowsShadows ((a good friend of mine on FF, read her fics, they're really good!)) She said that "Sasoren" sounded like a good name. Doesn't it? I think it's pretty.)

Ok. Well, This is what I have so far. Expect the first chapter of my ItaRen as well!

Arigato!

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She struggled against the strains and bonds against her wrists and ankles. Chakra drainers connected to them, emptying her of her power.

A metal lock had been placed around her waist as well, giving her no room to move freely.

"Lemme go, you bastards!!!!!!!!" she yelled furiously, losing her temper at her imprisonment. She hoped to get them to talk to her, so that she could gather information.

To her surprise, it worked.

The door opened to 3 males, clad in the traditional black with red clouds, Akatsuki cloaks. Ren recognized each one of them from the bingo books, and she decided to use that knowledge now.

"Greetings, Sasori-san, Uchiha-san, Deidara-san." She said, cold malice in her glare as she regarded them icily. She gave them a sharp, humorless smile, flashing her white teeth, and lengthened canines.

"Hello, Ren-san, un." Deidara said, leaning against the wall, waving one hand. The tongue flicked out, wagging at her.

Wrinkling her nose up in distaste, she turned her head, keeping a wary eye on him. "Deidara-san, do put that away. I don't find it very appealing." She muttered.

Uchiha Itachi stared at her with crimson eyes, taking in her appearance quietly, watching her as she conversed with his comrade.

"Awww… Are you sure? Some find it engaging." He said, wiggling his blond brows at her.

Ren rolled her eyes, attempting to shrug, but found it difficult in her position.

"I'd like to be released now, if you don't mind. I'm quite sore from this continuous posture and stance." She said, putting every ounce of "niceness" she could muster and injecting it into her tone.

"We tire of your screaming, Mizuki-chan, it is not becoming of a woman of your stature." Itachi said in his deep baritone voice, soft velvet encased in hard steel. She shivered slightly at the sound of his voice.

"And I tire of your monotone insults." She said sweetly, flashing him a fake smile. "Or compliments. You know, I can never tell which is what. They seem the same to you."

Deidara snickered against the wall. "Oi, Itachi-kun, she's learning well about us, yeah." He said, a smirk on his lips. Pushing himself off the wall, he walked a few steps before stopping in front of Ren, leaning forward to look her in the eye, managing a graceful stoop.

"You're a stubborn kunoichi, yeah. Whom did you learn it from, un?" he asked, smiling at her openly, trying to make friendly conversation with her. He backed off, seeing her expression. It was sour, practically screaming at him to back off. He did so out of courtesy, snickering the entire way.

Ren scoffed, letting out a huff of air. "I've been here for 5 days already. You three come in at least every other day, and other members come to observe me. I should feel special. I've been made into the newest attraction at the Akatsuki petting zoo." She sneered, eyes narrowed at them all, even Sasori, who had stayed silent throughout the entire encounter.

Raising a brow at him, she tilted her head to the side, her dirty, matted black hair cascading over her shoulder as she did so, her bangs falling into her eyes. She looked so wild, staring at him with anger, her cheeks flushed with her temper, and eyes bright with fury.

"What about you? You rarely talk. It's even less than Mr. Monotone over there." She said, jerking her head in Itachi's direction.

The elder Uchiha glared at her, but remained silent, not willing to let her words get to him.

Sasori raised a brow at her himself, studying her carefully. "We cannot release you quite yet. Preparations are still to be made. They will last for a day or so. Then we can release you from your bonds, and are to stay with one of us, in our room." He said simply, his voice smooth, cascading over her like cool water on a hot day.

She had barely heard him talk before, only catching a few notes here and there, when he talked to Itachi or Deidara. It surprised her that a man of his stature could talk so softly and gently.

She mulled that thought over before being caught up by a realization. "Wait?! I have to stay in a room with one of you?!" she asked, anger igniting within her once more.

She had left whatever signs of formality when she had arrived there, within the first 2 days. Something within her snapped and she no longer was the shy girl she usually was. Now, she had a bite to her, sharp and painful.

Itachi smirked slightly, barely noticeable. "Is there a problem with that?" he asked smoothly.

Stifling an angry retort, she pinched her lips together, seeing it best not to reply.

A chuckle sounded outside the door as the blue skinned nin entered, swinging his sword onto his back. Ren looked up at the newcomer, and her eyes narrowed at him as well, acknowledging his presence…barely.

"Kisame-san." She said stiffly, not moving a muscle.

The Legendary Sword user sniggered, sauntering forward till his hand rested on her shoulder as he stopped down to her level.

"Who knows? Once you get cleaned up, you might not look so bad as you act. If you get lucky, you might end up in my room." He said, waggling the area where his eye-brows were supposed to be.

Ren stared at him, a look on her face practically yelling "excuse me?!"

"I think not, Kisame-san, much to your disappointment." She began, forming a fake pout on her sultry lips. "I fear that the fates are not with you today." She finished, her pout taking on a sneering smirk. She nudged her shoulder slightly, forcing his hand off her shoulder so that it slid down to his side, as he stood there in shock.

Itachi remained motionless at the comment, but felt slightly impressed at her words.

Deidara began to laugh hysterically, pointing at Kisame accusingly. "She got you as well, yeah. This Jinchuriki has a lot of bite left in her, un." He said, breaking into another laughing fit. Kisame moseyed over to the blonde, the intent to kill written over his face.

A throat cleared itself and everyone looked up to see Sasori now at the door. Ren looked confused for a moment before regaining her composure. She figured that he had left when she was talking with Kisame, and had now returned.

"Leader-sama has told me who she is to be staying with." He said in his soft voice, his bored looking gaze casting over them all, searching for any reaction while he paused.

"Well, un?" Deidara prompted eager for the answer. Kisame looked at Ren, a sneer on his face, truly believing that he would be the one that she was to board with.

"She is to be staying with me." He finally finished his expression unchanging.

Kisame deadpanned, while Deidara burst into another laughing fit. Ren sat there smugly, momentarily forgetting the fact that she had to stay with Sasori. Her thoughts centered on how she had known that the fates were not in Kisame's blue, scaly hands.

Biting back a snicker, Ren grinned in triumph at Kisame who had now turned towards her, shock on his face.

"Told ya so." She muttered under her breath, enjoying his fury. The sword user stepped forward, grabbing her by the collar and lifting her in the air, pulling the chair along with her. The restraints pulled and cut into her skin, small drops of blood running down her hands and fingers. Her boots protected her ankles enough, but the fabric of her shirt was coming dangerously close to ripping.

She managed to keep her face straight, allowing the smug smile to stay on her face while inwardly she worked hard not to wince or cry out from the pain.

Kisame shoved his face up close to hers, sneering at her. "What do you think is so funny? You better wipe that smile off your face or else I'll carve it off." He threatened, but Ren didn't give to his intimidation. Instead, she raised a brow at him, mock fear on her face.

"Oh no! Not my face! Please, I don't think you're a real doctor to go and give surgery like that!" she pleaded, going so far as to roll her eyes.

The blue nin raised a fist to her face before Sasori placed a hand on his shoulder. "Leader-sama said she is not to be hurt badly. A few cuts here and there, a bruise, and a few bones to weaken her resolve. He said Itachi was to use the Mangekyo in order to find out her past if she does not comply and tell us herself. Leader-sama said he was interested in her history." He murmured softly, before lowering his hand, as Kisame did the same with his fist.

Smirking, he dropped Ren and her chair to the floor, before pulling off his sword. Grinning at her, he shoved it into her stomach, digging it in as the sharp scales finally shredded the fabric at her abdomen.

Pain and shock flickered across the girl's face as the chakra eating sword was rammed into her gut. Blood flew from her mouth from the impact, splattering onto the floor with a sickening "smack!"

Her eyes widened, mouth agape as she struggled for the air she knew would not come. She had very little chakra left in her body, keeping her alive and awake, enough. The s word continued to rip through her body, rummaging through every cell, searching for the left over chakra. When it found certain vessels, it drained them dry, further weakening her.

Her glazed eyes drooped closed as the sword found the chakra centered within her head, keeping her conscious. It began to drain that area before the sword was suddenly removed from abdomen. Blood coated the normally smooth skin, various cuts marring the area. Her body shook from fatigue, unable to hold herself up with pride any longer.

Kisame shrugged Itachi's hand off his shoulder, glaring at him before he recognized Ren's state of being. Crouching down in front of her, where her head hung, he lifted it so he could see her face. It was deathly pale, her eyes hazy and glazed as the stared half-lidded at him.

Her breathing was irregular and choppy, not to mention shallow. There must have been a broken rib at the bottom of her rib cage. Drops of blood dotted her pale lips, white lines of strain showing around her mouth and eyes. Pain radiated throughout her body, warning her not to move.

"Damn." She muttered thickly under her breath, coughing up more blood, coating her white and black outfit with more blood.

He smirked gleefully, enjoying her pain. "Well, well, well. Lookey here! The Kunoichi seems to have no fight left in her. Pity. I was enjoying our little argument." He said, grinning toothily.

Nudging her chin away from his hand, she glared up at him, struggling to keep her eyes open.

In a breathy, torn voice, she answered with cold malice. "Let….me out….of these bonds….and I'll….show you….a fight…." She hissed, wincing as her bruised lungs protested the air leaving them once more.

Stroking his sword, he grinned at her again. "We can always take care of that problem." He whispered in her ear, and she struggled not to shiver and vomit.

Noticing her sickened reaction, Kisame chuckled darkly, stepping back a few steps to allow Deidara through.

"So, yeah, will you tell us about your past? We won't hurt you if you do, un." He said, smiling at her, but not with the cold evil Kisame used.

Ren did the only thing she could do. She was too tired to strain against her bonds so she did the next best thing. She glared. Hatred, deep and swirling shone through her eyes. It was dark, consuming her. She wanted to be free, not tied down by these bonds. Shiro Tora, the White Tigress demon within her, began to speak in her mind.

Child. What is going on? I sense your fury and agitation. Are you in trouble? She said in her deep, grumbly voice of a tigress.

Inwardly, Ren nodded. Hai. I've been captured by Akatsuki nin. I've been detained for 5 days so far. They want to know of my past. Torture is one use, and the other is the Mangekyo Sharingan.

Ren could hear the growl of the demon. Mangekyo Sharingan? You mean the Elder Uchiha is within this very room with you? She questioned, needing answers.

Hai. My chakra is all but gone, and I am losing consciousness. I need your hel, Shiro Tora-sama. I cannot hope to escape without you. Ren said softly, admitting that she was not strong enough to make it out this time.

Prepare yourself, young one, we do not know what they will do once I begin to unleash myself upon you.

Ren readied herself for the onslaught of power as she continued to glare at Deidara.

"Never." She hissed darkly, before her eyes brightened to Ice blue, the pupil thinning and lengthening into a mere dark slit, before dissapearing. Whisker marks grew on her cheeks, widening slightly at the intensive power. Fangs exploded in her mouth, protruding from her lips as she snarled at them. Cat ears protruded from her head, a tail coming from behind. Her nails lengthened into claws as she struggled to free herself.

Power consumed her, and she roared with fury, demanding to be released. Wind laced with chakra swirled around her, and the men moved an arm up to shield their faces. Their cloaks split in areas, due to the intense, sharp wind.

The chakra drainers burst, glass shattering everywhere in the windowless room. Light refracted off the walls as the glass shards dropped to the ground, only to be drowned out by the loud noise of the whirring wind.

Bursting from the chair she had sat in for 5 days, she glared at each of the men, dodging Kisame's sword easily as her clawed hand caught his arm, slicing through the Akatsuki cloak and onto his skin, drawing blood. He yelled out, replacing his sword on his back while smothering the deep wound with his uninjured arm.

Deidara set into a taijutsu stance, unable to use his jutsus because of the tight space in the limited room. Ren countered each of his attacks, landing her own kicks and punches, even as he scored his own. She jumped in the air, spinning as she did so, and when he came at her, she landed her kick at his chest, sending him flying backwards into the wall.

Sasori and Itachi remained standing, calm throughout the encounter. Pulling out a poison dipped sword from his cloak, Sasori plunged into the center of her chest, the tip protruding from her back.

Shock and pain lanced through the Demon consumed Ren, even as she fought him off, slamming him back with a wave of chakra. She desperately tried to grab for the hilt of the sword, but couldn't as finally Itachi stepped in.

His crimson eyes swirled as Ren's mind disappeared into a void of darkness. He only knocked her out, this time, but what was she to do when she awoke?

There was no telling.

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A/N

Ok, this actual chapter turned out to be 2,565 words. I normally like to hit around 3,000+, but hey, this one seemed to like ending at this point.

I actually planned for this to be a one-shot, since I do better on those, but this one has me wanting to continue. Maybe my one-shots will be more than just one chapter…. *shrugs*

Ok. So what did you think? I liked it, mostly. It really wasn't that bad. My style of writing is getting much better now adays.

If you haven't noticed by now, I love doing angst scenes, as well as pain/torture. I just seem to do well at those, as well as romance. Angst/Romance is probably my best pairing. I'm not much for all the others, like mysteries and all.

Actually, I plan ahead a lot of my stories, but I just never get down to writing/typing them. *sigh* too bad….. a bunch of them are really good.

If any of my themes look familiar in other FFs, I'm not copywriting, the ideas are frequently used.

Ok….. Well, in all, this actual chapter (including the A/N) it turned out to be around 3, 021. Not bad, 'course, I'm rambling at this moment only to make it longer so that I get more viewers! *rubs back of head and grins* aheheh……. Yeah….. You never know. I'm desperate for all my reviews….. Like, for instance, I put up my Jace/Ren FF named "Deathly Cold" and I still haven't gotten a review for it!!!!!! WAHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *sniffs* it's so sad for me…..

Anyways, I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter very much, because I know I did.

Reviews are welcome, criticism is welcome (but in a nice way, not the whole "your story sucks, quit writing") yeah, those are not cool. OK.

Arigato!

Your loving, procrastinating, hair-brained writer,

Ren Mizuki