CREDITS: This story was made by awesomeinhumanform. She is the creator of Akatsuki Bunnies. I have simply adopted it. This story is a CONTINUATION!

WARNING: I like to say this before every new story I start. I consider myself to be a horrible, amateur writer. Though that's up for your own opinion, it is simply how I view myself. ;) Although I know, I am a pretty sexy beast. ;)

FEDERAL WARNING: ... Right.. Just.. Don't steal this story. I know people. Like.. Gaara. He loves me. I SWEAR GAARA LOVES ME, OKAY? AUGH!

Just kidding.. He doesn't love me..

HE WILL SOON!

Anyways, I think that's enough of the federal warning. This chapter is the last awesomeinhumanform's written, edited and put into the story by me. To see the FIRST part of Akatsuki Bunnies, visit awesomeinhumanform's profile. Also check out her other stories, since they're awesome. Dooo iiittt..

Well, let's begin!

Itachi sighed, a deep, annoyed sound leaving his lips. He turned his head slowly to the only other inhabitant of the room.

"Kisame, it seems that this is no genjutsu. I sense no irregularities." Kisame turned from where he sat, perched on the spinning chair. Autumn's spinning chair.

"So? It's probably a trick of some sort. And if it is, I'm gonna kill those brats," Kisame stood up, towering over his rather short partner.

"In no time they'll tell me where they put Samehada. And then they'll regret the day they were born," Kisame smiled at that, and Itachi sighed again.

"You do realize that you can't touch them until Leader knows what's going on. He believes they may somehow prove useful." Kisame rolled his eyes at this, plummeting back down in the spinning chair.

"Those brats? As if! We are the Akatsuki, we are self-sufficient." Kisame gave a happy shrug as Itachi closed his eyes.

"You never know. Everyone has a purpose, a job, a point to their existence. A mission of some sort. They haven't proved themselves useless or useful yet," Itachi opened his eyes at that, his facial features relaxing as he slumped down on his bed. Kisame rolled his eyes.

"Whatever. If we get to do whatever we want, I call the blonde one who thought I was gay. I swear.." Anger heated his face, his features making him appear similar to a hungry shark.

"Killing her won't prove your sexuality." Itachi said, his face devoid of emotion. Kisame frowned at that.

"I guess you're right, but it isn't worth it. I know that I'm heterosexual." Kisame relaxed in his own sitting position, closing his eyes as he fantasized cutting Autumn up with his Samehada. "Heh. She'll regret ever saying my name and gay in the same sentence. Heck, she'll regret ever meeting me!" Kisame chuckled to himself as Itachi sighed again.

"That is, if Leader lets you make her regret it. In the end, he'll probably just kill them himself." Kisame sighed at that, a frown contorting his face.

"Not fair...He didn't get called gay," Kisame complained as he turned towards Itachi. "Itachi? Did you fall asleep?" His only response from Itachi was deep, leveled breathing. "That...jerk! How dare he fall asleep while I'm talking!" Kisame glared at Itachi before he realized the opportunity at hand. He chuckled as he picked up the knife that Itachi had forbid from him.

"Make her regret the day she called me gay.." He hissed to himself as he snuck from the room. The moment the door closed Kisame sprinted down the hall, slipping into the kitchen. He entered carelessly, unaware of the girl squished into the corner, a frying pan in her hands.

Suddenly, she swung the frying pan down on his head. It connected with a clang, but it wasn't nearly enough to take him down. He whirled around as she rose the frying pan again, grabbing it as she swung down with it. He then slammed down on her head using said frying pan. He watched as the caramel haired girl sunk to the ground, collapsing right by the dark haired girl. Kisame frowned as he realized that the girl who had questioned his sexuality wasn't inhabiting this room. He dropped the frying pan and carelessly sauntered out of that room, ignoring the pulsing ache that had entered his head.

"D*mn you, Kakazu, you f*cking b*stard!" Kisame turned his head at the sound of Hidan's voice. He walked into the room to see Kakazu sitting on the ground, counting money while sitting on Hidan's body. Hidan's head was sitting on the desk and seeping blood everywhere. "Put me back together!" Hidan yelled as Kakazu heartily ignored him.

Once again, Kisame stepped out of that room and skulked down the hall. Sooner or later he would find that girl, and she would regret the day she was born...

Voila!

Actually, awesomeinhumanform wrote this chappie(I said that already..). I simply.. Edited it. THERE WAS ONLY ONE MISTAKE I FEEL SO USELESS!

Well, I still have to manage Sand vs Bubbles, so..

Yeah. I'm busy.

Snap, I forgot the disclaimer!

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Naruto, pretty sure that's obvious.. But if I did, I'd insert myself into the story and promptly marry Gaara before he knows what hit him.

MWAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA... HAAAHAAAA-cough cough-

Well, I'd like to thank awesomeinhumanform for entrusting me with this epic story!

..Watch me fail epically. in fact, the fail would be so big, it'd go into the Guinness Book of World Records, and I'd get, like, a million dollars. Then, out of shame, I'd mail awesomeinhumanform all the money.

OR I'D SPEND IT ALL TO FEED MY OTAKU LIFESTYLE MWAHAHAAAAAAA!

You know, now would be a great time for me to SHUT THE HECK UP!

This is the LAST FRIGGIN TIME I eat a quart of Birthday Cake ice cream before uploading. SORRY!

Well, peace out, my lovely alpacas.

-Princess Kaminari of the Sand