Ok, first up, itaXsaku! I'm thinking Sasori next, Deidara, and then Hidan! Woooow, just to be cool, I'm gonna do Itachi and Sasori ON THE SAME DAY. So yeah, two chappies in one day! Oh my god, and if you do the Caramelldansen for a while, you get serious hip burn. And people look at you funny. Same applies to the SHIKA SHAKE. Look it up on Youtube.

xxbochixx- That's true, I DO like Sakura with a lot of the Naruto characters. I'm discovering new favs everyday! My most recent one is KibaxSakura!

smartpajer - Omg, Barney?! Aaaaggghhh… thanks, but if I update, can you keep Barney in his cage? *dies at thought*

BellaPerea- *insert Hidan's awesome laugh here* Yes, they are SO hot! No offense to Zetsu and Kisame, but yeah. I'm loyal to the Akatsuki hotties. *drool*

Takakuma- Yes, well, Sasuke. Ahaha… He's not a very important character here, but yeah! OOC-ness!! I don't think that I could've accomplished this without that wonderful thing. Otherwise, they would've just tortured her and I think that Hidan would, like, sacrifice her or something. Huh. Thanks!

IcyArt -Kit-Chan- YEAH! JEALOUS! Of course, it had to be hectic. Love is BORN in hectic-ness! Oh, yeah, and don't worry. There will be a DeidaraxSakura in here. If you have any situations you would like to see in particular, I'm taking suggestions! Aagh, the splinter. I DECLARE WAR ON YOU!! I kinda modeled Sakura after me, with all her injuries and stuff. As long as it doesn't kill her… oh well. Arigatou!! (Omg, you know what's really OOC? Deidara doesn't say "hm" after every sentence! BTW, where do people get "yeah" and "un" from? It only sounds like "hm" in the anime.)

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I crept downstairs to the lunchroom, keeping my bright eyes narrowed. I was afraid that an Akatsuki member would pop out of nowhere and started hassling me about Sasuke. After my little friction between them, one of the stage directors dragged all four away, claiming that "the scene is waaaay over-due." Well, more like "za zeen iz vaaaaay over-due!"

I couldn't say that I was grateful for the silence, but it was almost unnerving. I lived in constant noise and chaos; this was kind of creepy.

No one was in the giant lunchroom. It gave me the weirdest feeling, seeing all the empty red velvet chairs and being able to hear my own footsteps echoing off the opposite wall.

I easily found the water cooler. It was almost amusing that it was imported from Switzerland; as long as it's pure, why does it matter where it comes from?

"Sakura?"

I screeched as the glass cup in my hand flew over the tables and crashed on a wall. My heart-rate was still at a million as Itachi bent over me. He was in a long black coat with red clouds patterned on it. I almost laughed at his high collar, but I remembered his cold words earlier on, and I turned away.

He let out a frustrated hiss and grabbed my arm.

"Let go, or I'll beat you senseless."

"I'd like to see you try," he guffawed. I wanted to smack the back of his head, but I wasn't sure if paparazzi were hiding out in the walls or something. Once, I found a miniature microphone in my toothbrush.

I reached for another cup in the cupboard, but to my dismay, the next one was too far to reach. I stretched and groaned, but it was always millimeters away from my fingers.

Itachi was now peeling open in laughter. I remembered one article I read where it said that Itachi's laugh was a favorite among girls. Listening to it, I found it cute. Annoying as hell, but cute.

He reached over my body and grabbed it with his long, pale fingers. I was in shock as to how easily he leaned against me, but he pulled away and handed me the cup. I could still feel the outline of his lean form against my back.

"Shortie, do I need to buy you a stool?"

"Funny," I snapped, feeling stupid at the moment. I tried to turn and leave, but his hand was on my shoulder again. Feeling like he wouldn't let me go, I placed my hands against my hips.

"I…need to talk to you," he said slowly, as if analyzing my reaction. All humor was drained from his face, leaving him looking stripped and defenseless. I twitched.

"Well?"

Itachi blushed, to my surprise and scratched the back of his head. He was never ever embarrassed about anything! Curiosity got the best of me, and I pulled up a chair to sit on. He did the same, his face now a light shade of pink.

"I was thinking about what I said earlier about my little brother and…um… I don't think it seems right for us to take this opportunity away."

I gaped, my mouth dangling open.

"But I thought that you hated-…"

"I do. I'll always hate my brother." He cut off and stared at the hem of his sleeve. "But you do so much for us, and we never get to do anything for you. What we did back there, well, I guess that we're all a bit jealous."

"Of me?!" I nearly screamed. "Itachi, you could get jealous over so many hot, rich girls and movie stars!"

"I know. But…" Itachi laughed nervously and reached into his coat. He pulled out a small, dark blue box and threw it to me. I failed at catching, but I picked it off the ground and stared at it wondrously.

"What is it?"

"Your early birthday present. I know that it's in two months, but I want to make it up to you."

I ripped it open and a velvet planner fell out. It was a gorgeous shade of pink, with small Swarovski crystals embedded in the front, spelling out "SAKURA" in fancy cursive. Tears stung my eyes and threatened to spill, but I quickly wiped them away and smiled.

"Thank you."

"It's so you won't have to worry about being organized. You'll have more time to yourself now."

I wasn't sure of what to say; this was a side of Itachi I was not used to seeing. He quietly got up and pushed the chair back under the table. He looked back at me as he left, a true smile pushing back the edges of his lips.

"You deserve this date."

I was still in shock when the door quietly closed behind him. What I expected was the complete opposite of what actually happened. I clutched the small book close to me heart, trying to decipher all that he said and all he wanted to say.

I was at a loss for words.

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The dress I chose was one that the Akatsuki gave me for my twentieth birthday. It was a light green color, long and sparkly. It crossed around my back and cut down low on my chest. I was afraid of looking in the mirror because I didn't know what to expect. One of the boy's fashion designers decided to play merciful and helped me with makeup. I was extremely clueless in that field.

The tall man stroked his goatee an observed me from a distance. He twirled his finger and I turned in place. I actually felt kind of revealed, but I seldom wore dresses. Besides, I was about to go out with someone I hadn't seen for years.

"It nice, daaarling. Maybe a little more blush…?"

"No more blush! God, you put so much on me, I'm gonna look like I just had a heatstroke."

"Well, how about the powder-…"

"No. No! I'm pale enough as it is!"

I sighed and stepped in front of the full-length mirror. It was true; I was losing weight. My chicken legs popped out from the slit and my cheeks looked caved in and hollow. It wasn't because I was dieting (I was actually underweight), but I just had so much stuff to do, I often pushed aside basic necessities.

For the millionth time, Itachi's face and smooth voice broke into my thoughts. I vigorously shook my head and stepped into green heels.

"You look wonderful, daaaarling," Karl, the designer, cooed. "It's a wonder why you're not on the red carpet."

"I'm only a manager," I said quietly, tucking a loose strand of hair back in place.

"But with all those beautiful boys around you, daaaarling, you should keep up your appearances."

"What?"

Karl shrugged and picked up my file. He worked away at his nails like he was trying to permanently shorten them.

"Well, your frequent public appearances with the Akatsuki can really put a lot of rumors into the mouths of their fans, daaaarling."

"You're telling me," I snorted. "I just received a box of grenades this morning."

My hotel door burst open, and a guy ran in, red and exhausted. He locked eyes with me.

"Sakura! You need to come downstairs now!"

I gasped; Sasuke was coming in five minutes. However, panic struck through my chest. I could just tell from his freaked expression that it had to do with the Akatsuki.

"What? What happened?"

Another man ran in, filling the room with the scent of sweat.

"That black-haired one! He had an accident!" he blurted out.

The black-haired one.

"Itachi?!" I shrieked. "Are you sure that it's him?"

"Sure, miss," the second man said with a hiccup. "He was wearing a long black coat…"

I pushed past them and stalked towards the door, slamming it open. I let the tears fall now. It ruined my makeup, but I didn't care. Itachi needed me and-

Oh my god. Sasuke!

He stood at the elevators, looking confused and bewildered. Sasuke had on an expensive-looking tuxedo and clutched his car keys in hand.

"Sakura?"

"Your brother is hurt. He had an accident!" I cried out. I had been manager of Akatsuki for six years now; they were practically family to me now. I was not surprised at the protective defense I put up for them.

"An accident?"

I didn't wait for an answer as I pushed past him and jammed my thumb on the elevator button. It seemed to take forever.

"Are you going to him now?"

"I have to!" I said slowly. "The health of the Akatsuki is MY responsibility."

He broke off and entered the elevator with me. The two men were pushed out of the way.

Sasuke was incredibly silent as I fretted in my corner of the elevator. I hummed, rocked in place, and thrummed my fingers against the golden handrail. It was a dumb defense mechanism, but something I always did when nervous.

"So, I guess our date then is cancelled, huh?"

I looked at him with shock. His older brother was in the hospital, and all he could think about was our date?

"I guess it is," I hissed between clenched teeth. It was at that moment I realized that our date didn't really matter to me. There was never a Sasuke Sakura outing.

At the hospital, I nearly chewed my fingers off trying to find Itachi's hospital room. Sasuke waited in the cafeteria, bored with my frantic search.

I finally found him on the sixth floor. Sasori, Hidan, and Deidara crowded around the entrance, their faces pale and tired. They were all still in their black coat costumes.

Sasori noticed me first, and he threw me a sad smile. Deidara leaned against Hidan, possibly asleep. Hidan grinned.

"Hey, Sakura," he whispered. Sasori put his finger to his lips and the silver-haired actor stuck his tongue out.

I slipped past them and entered the dark room. I had to squint to make out Itachi's form, but when I did, I almost yelped.

He was drowning in white bandages, some still soaked through with blood. This was heartbreaking, knowing that I just conversed with him a few hours ago. I pushed aside a few IVs and sat down next to him. Some strange force compelled me to grab his hand.

Itachi's dark eyes slowly opened to my touch and he weakly smiled. I almost fainted with relief.

"Itachi, you baka, I can't believe you let this happen to you," I whispered, on the verge of tears again.

"I know, I'm stupid. I tripped over a damned prop and landed on something pointy and sharp. I still don't know what it was." He hissed in pain as something started acting up and I freaked, not knowing what to do but wanted to help. Itachi sighed in misery and relaxed again.

A tear trickled down my cheek and it landed on Itachi's cheek, much to my horror. I wiped it away with my sleeve and bent over his inert form, sobbing.

Itachi placed a hand over my head.

"Aren't you supposed to be on a date with Sasuke?" he mumbled.

"No." I said it so firmly, he laughed and looked away. "I'm supposed to be here."

"Do whatever you want," Itachi said. "I don't really care."

I hiccupped and clenched my teeth. Managing the Akatsuki wasn't a job; it was my way of life now. I wasn't about to let that slip away.

"Wait," he suddenly said. I looked up, confused through my daze.

"What do you need?"

Itachi blushed, the thing that I loved most about this shy, yet strong-willed actor.

"Just…please stay. For now."

I don't want to be alone, he said, unspoken, but I heard. Of course I heard.

"I wouldn't go anywhere without you," I murmured, placing my head on his chest and listening to his slow rhythmic heartbeat. It was a sound I would always remember.

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Well, I have to keep reminding myself that these are four different one-shots. It's harder than it looks, cuz' I'm trying to deal with four different personalities. Can you understand them? It may be OOC, but I defiantly separated them. Thanksies!