Disclaimer: No more how hard I wish, I will never own Naruto or any of the characters. Only Kai and my little OC village.

Chapter 1: The Other Female Akatsuki

Darkness. That was all I saw. The rustling of bed sheets, the creaking sounds of the springs. The husky panting moans that filled the empty air. A trail of hot kisses made their way over my ear and down to the crook of my neck. I felt the strands of my hair being wound around and pulled. Harder and harder until a tiny whimper escaped my throat. Another hand, palm sweaty, traced its way down my back. I arched subconsciously and allowed my head to fall.

It was times like this when I couldn't remember and couldn't seem to care about how I'd gotten myself into this position. Some women would be crying and begging for mercy right now. Not me. I wasn't like all those other women. I was the woman who sought pleasure from pain. The woman who sought love and acceptance from lust.

Another sharp thrust and I was mewling loudly as my back gave out. I found my face buried in an array of soft sheets and pillows. Otherwise known as my grips to keep myself going completely crazy. I could feel him shift his weight onto me more. His head close to mine. His breath tickled and sent chills running up and down my spine. 'You're mine Kai.' He would tell me quietly even though we both know that can't be true. 'All mine.'

I gave into him anyways. My right hand moved to grab at his sweat matted hair while his arms moved to lock around my waist. His thrusts became faster, more panicky. As if he was afraid that this would be our last time together. We both knew that wasn't true either.

I was nearing my end as well. Short of breath and coming closer and closer to that ultimate climax. The throaty moan he gave assured me that he could feel me tightening around him. I couldn't keep quiet anymore. More like I refused to keep quiet. I wanted him to know just how perfect of a lover he was. My left hand covered one his hands. Gripping and clawing at him for dear life. It was then that I finally opened my eyes and, like a rush, it hit me. That hot sensation in the pit on my stomach that made my whole body quiver and shake beneath him. The feel of his release within me. All coming together as one.

For a second, I had almost forgotten where I was. I tried to take in the site of the room around me, but my vision was obscured by the wet silvery strands of hair in front of my face.

"Hidan." I murmured. My voice was dripping with exhaustion and ecstasy. Within the next few seconds, a heavy weight was lifted off my body and part of me felt empty inside. Without Hidan to support me, I collapsed on the bed and was left to just watch. He took a minute to recuperate before slipping back into his pants. He used his right hand to smooth his hair back and grabbed his Akatsuki cloak in his left hand. "Are you leaving now?" I asked pitifully. I knew the answer.

"Kakuzu and I…we have a mission. I just wanted a chance to fuck you before I left." It was a favor for him to actually kiss my cheek after that because usually he would just mutter a few cuss words and walk out. I guess he was feeling generous. When he did leave however, I continued to lay there in silence. I don't know exactly when it happened but sometime in between staring adamantly at the blank wall across from me and laying in my bed unable to move due to the aching of my body, I let my eyes close again and slowly I drifted right back into the darkness.

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I guess, now that I'm all cleaned and not laying underneath Hidan, I should be more formal. Like for starters, my name is Kai Miashi. No, I am not dating Hidan. Yes, I am a part of Akatsuki. A very special part of it.

I just joined this organization almost 6 months ago and boy, was it an eventful couple of months. I grew into a new shell when I came here. A seductive but vindictive shell.

I spent a lot of my time here honing my skills and jutsus. Battling it out with my fellow teammates and becoming stronger day by day. And at night, well, at night I was often finding myself intertwined with these same fellow teammates. Or at least a few of them. Deidara. Kakuzu. Hidan.

I was definitely not the Akatsuki whore. I had just…been pretty lonely lately. The recent events in life leading up to this point left me feeling empty inside and cold. I felt like no one was there for me and no one loved me. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't crazy and I knew that giving myself to three different men wasn't love, but at least it made me feel wanted.

If I had to be a hundred percent honest with myself however, I would say that even though I had those six, I still longed for the attention and affection of one man in particular. The same man that I was watching spar right now. That man with the long and beautiful black hair that always rested on either his back or his left shoulder. The man with the obsidian eyes and thin smooth lips that barely spoke words.

Itachi Uchiha. Itachi and I went back. Back to before I was even a member of this group. He's the one who brought me here and saved me. When I was lying in the dirt, bloody, bruised, and halfway broken. He took a chance and brought me back to this place I now knew as a safe haven.

So why didn't he ever want me? I didn't have time to think about that now. His sparring session with Kisame was over and he was leaving, which meant so was I. I was never really sure why I was so fascinated with Itachi. Of course I knew I liked him because he was strong and smart oh and devilishly handsome. But liking him wasn't the same as being fascinated with him. Seeing him gave me butterflies. Hearing his voice made my toes curl and my cheeks heat up. Don't even get me started on the time he held me close to his chest when he saved me from getting my head cut off by Hidan's runaway scythe.

In the midst of my daydreaming I ran into something hard. I looked up and my own silvery blue eyes met with Itachi's back. "Kai." He said dully.

"Y-yes Itachi." I stuttered.

"Are you going to follow me around all day? Again?" He asked.

"I'm sorry. Do you want me to go away?" Even though I knew what his answer would be. Even without him saying anything I knew that he would let me follow him around anyways. I think he enjoyed my company. Even if he acted completely disinterested.

For a moment he just stood there and then, as always, without saying anything else to me he began walking again and I followed him. It was routine for us. He would train or come back from a mission and I would lay on his bed while he showered and dressed, all done away from my line of vision of course because God forbid Itachi Uchiha be inappropriate in front of anyone, and then he would come lay with me and we would talk. Correction, I would talk. He would grunt, nod, and shake his head in response. Sometimes he'd occasionally glare at me or even give me a slight smirk.

When he did come and lay down next to me, face up and staring at the ceiling, I already knew what I wanted to ask him. "Where did Pein send Hidan and Kakuzu? I heard Suna, but I heard it from Tobi."

"Hn." And so it began.

"So it is Suna." I nodded. He closed his eyes gently and gave a swift nod to assent.

"I won't see them again for a whole week probably. You and Kisame aren't going for any missions anytime soon right?" I wondered. I hated it when Itachi went away without me.

He signed. "Kisame will be leaving on personal business. He will return shortly."

"Oh. Alright then." There was something else I wanted to say, but I wasn't quite sure how to bring it up.

"I heard Sasuke's killed Orochimaru." I decided to blurt it out. I knew all about Sasuke and Itachi. I knew about the slaughter of his clan and the sacrifice he made. Itachi was a private person, and the fact that I knew about every detail concerning this, it was proof wasn't it? That he trusted me and cared about me. Or was it just standard knowledge to everyone in our group?

Itachi remained quiet, but for the mere millisecond that it occurred I heard the hitch in his breath at his brother's mention. He himself noticed the fault in his otherwise careless expression.

"So it's true then." He said after a while.

"Indeed," I agreed, "Do you think he's gonna come for you now?"

"Hmm. Knowing my foolish little brother, he probably will come for me."

"What will you do when he does come?" Like earlier, his answer was silence. And also like earlier, I knew what it meant. Itachi would fight Sasuke, and he would die by his hand. It always saddened me to think that Itachi would die one day. It saddened me to think that all of my boys –and Konan- would die one day. Of course if I had it my way, they would never die. I would continue to heal them until every ounce of healing power was drained from my own body. Until we were all old and decrepit and withered away peacefully.

"I don't want you to leave me Itachi." I whispered quietly.

"Kai."

"I know." I replied quickly. "I know this has been your plan from day one and I'm not…I'm not, special, enough to change it, but I still think Sasuke deserves to know the truth. That way you and he could spend time together and you could-"

"Enough." The dark haired man sighed. "You sound ridiculous Kai. I've told you several times that I," he paused abruptly to cough painfully the result being a bloodied hand. And there was the other problem. Itachi was sick. He was very sick. And it was killing him. I wasn't at all sure which would kill him faster. His sickness or Sasuke. Most times he was able to control it, but it was times like this when it was entirely too built up inside him to be contained anymore.

"Why won't you just let me heal you?" My voice was heavy with sadness. "If I healed you, you could live longer to be killed by Sasuke." And now my voice was laced with bitterness. His obsidian eyes narrowed into slits as he glared at me. He sat up and swung his legs over the edge on the bed. Resting his elbow on his thigh and his mouth in his palm. Part of me wanted to get up and sit behind him. Another part of me wanted to kiss his neck and nibble on his shoulder. I slowly made my way over to him deciding that the naughtier side of me would win this battle. Just a little bit closer.

"Kai. My office." I knew that voice in my head. It was Pein. Dammit. All I wanted was a kiss.

"I'm leaving Itachi." I told him settling for just running my fingers through his ponytail. "I will see you later."

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My meeting with Pein had me running a mission of my own. I was to go out and gather intelligence on Konoha. This was usually Zetsu's department, but he was already gathering intelligence on other power villages and Pein and Konan both agreed that I was best for the job. Zetsu was good, but I was from Tsugakure, and on top of that, the Miashi clan. My village specializes in things like this among many other things.

I was standing on the top of the barrier wall of Konoha. My eyes scanned every sector of this quaint, and temporarily peaceful village. It was bolstering with excitement and happiness. It reminded me of my childhood days in my own village with my uncle.

-Flashback-

Hanari Sensei had just released us from class. My short legs were moving as fast as they could to carry me to my Uncle Shiori's house. I already knew what was waiting for me. A bowl stuffed fool of Soba noodles and a series of hugs and head kisses.

I was so excited when I finally arrived at his home that I accidentally tripped over the step and banged my chin on the ground. 'Oh well,' I thought, 'just another bruise to add to my collection.' I heard the door slide open and my little eyes followed the sound.

My uncle was a pretty tall man and he had short dirty blonde hair. His almond shaped green eyes always reminded me of a beautiful grass field.

"Well hello there kitten." He chuckled. A cat. He thought I resembled a cat. The way that I kept myself and didn't willingly ever want to associate with others. It's not that I didn't want to, more so that the others didn't want me to talk to them. "Hm," he pondered upon seeing the fresh blood on my chin, "looks like you've gone and banged yourself up again. Come on inside. I've got band aids and soba noodles for you." He said smiling. His smile. It was always so warm, it practically radiated.

My uncle's house was the same place where I always came when I got a bruise, and trust me, I got a lot of them. See, the other kids, and sometimes the adults, liked to tease me and bully me because I'm the weak Miashi. I haven't tapped into any of that awesome chakra that the rest of my lineage has. I can barely perform a transformation jutsu and my taijutsu is barely passable for anything natural. Uncle said I was just 'a late bloomer'. My father didn't really call it anything, he just sighed, shook his head, and told me to work harder. I decided that for him I would call it 'being a failure'. That's what he meant anyways, he was just too nice to say it.

The same way he was too nice to tell me it was my fault I'd gotten beaten up yesterday by some of the village boys. I'd come to my uncles for those bruises too. They'd hurt and they were still very present on my face. When he'd attempted to heal them, I'd objected. I always told myself that I would keep my bruises no matter how ashamed they made me feel. The shame would build up to strength. I would get stronger someday and no one would ever bully me again. My uncle thought it was the way of a true shinobi.

Once my chin was cleaned and bandaged I was given the noodles that I was promised and like every day that I spent with my uncle, I found it incredibly hard to stop smiling. It was times like this that I found my tiny brain trying to figure out what I would do if I ever lost this man, my best friend.

-End of Flashback-

I found out what I would do….I would kill anyone and everyone responsible…and I did.

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Author's Note: Don't let the 'sexiness' of this story fool you. Kai is a very complex character with a million different personalities. This is merely the premise to start building her character. I have been working on this story for a little bit, so I have up to 8 chapters that are ready to be posted so I will continue posting them. Please review and tell me what you think!