All That I've Got

Written by RyoushintekiAikou AKA Hikaru

Pairings: Sasori x Deidara, Izaki x OC (OC x OC), Itachi x Izaki (Itachi x OC), Pein x Konan

Warnings: Yaoi, Yuri, violence, graphic blood, romance, strong language, and some disturbing mental images along the way. Rating may change as the story goes.

Copyright: I do not own Naruto or the Akatsuki organization. I do take copyright for Izaki Mukura and Nitsuki Misuru. This is purely for my, and the reader's, amusement.

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"You know, Izaki, I think she kind of likes you in the non-platonic way," a voice commented lightly behind the black-haired girl.

"Don't joke with me, Sasori," she spat back in a cold voice as she spun around to head out of the Akatsuki lair.

"You know it too. You can hear her thoughts. See if you can lie about what she's thinking."

"I won't lie about what you're thinking. You're telling yourself that there's no way you like me in any way that's non-platonic because you love Deidara. And that you should probably start doing something about it soon but you don't know how." She paused before continuing. "Oh, and you're wondering what I think about it and if you can talk with me about 'normal' relationships." Izaki grimaced momentarily before starting to walk away. She could feel the red-head's eyes glaring into her back.

"You certainly know how to cross the line, Shinen no Izaki Mukura," he hissed, suddenly pinning her to a wall. Izaki stared at him through impassive eyes.

"Do you want to know something? I can hear Nitsuki's thoughts. She's thinking about food right now and a million new ways to annoy me just to get my attention. And I'm thinking that you should probably let go of me and that beating the shit out of you if I could is a good idea," Izaki told him quietly. Her violet eyes met Sasori's russet eyes without flinching.

"You think that you're so smart, Izaki…" he snapped. She tilted her head to the side slightly.

"Deidara's waking up." True to her words the door to Sasori's room started to creak open slowly. "You might want to let go of me before he gets the wrong idea." Sasori let her go without another word. Izaki turned and headed out of the lair, her lithe form disappearing from view within moments.

"Bitch…" Sasori cussed her out when she was gone.

"What, un?" Deidara asked curiously as he headed over.

"It's nothing." The door to Izaki's room creaked open and Nitsuki stood there, her eyes unreadable.

"Did Izaki go out?" she inquired in a soft voice.

"Yes, she did," Sasori replied. Nitsuki nodded absently.

"Did she want to be alone?"

"I don't know. She only told me about what I was thinking, what she was thinking, and what you were thinking before walking off," Sasori sighed. Nitsuki's eyes took on a mischievous glint. Stepping out of the doorway she shut the wooden door behind her with a soft click. Raking one hand through her orange hair she smiled wryly.

"What was she thinking anyways?" Sasori turned his head away. It was good he didn't have the ability to blush or else this would be more awkward than it had to be.

"When she told me what I was musing about, she pissed me off and I shoved her against the wall. Then she said that she was thinking that I should probably let her go and that she'd beat the shit out of me if she could when I let her down," Sasori finally explained reluctantly. Nitsuki blinked at him slowly.

"Do you guys like each other or something?" Sasori spun and glared at her.

"No!"

"I'd like it if you'd stay out of my relationship matters," a curt voice cut through the conversation. Slowly, the three turned to see Izaki standing there with a bloody kunai in one hand and a gash on her opposite arm.

"Can't you control your brat?" Sasori sneered. Izaki stared at him calmly.

"I can't even control myself sometimes. And you rarely have power over Deidara," Izaki replied smoothly. The puppet master gave her a hard stare.

"Remind me again why I didn't kill you when I first found you half-dead on the side of the road," he muttered.

"You didn't because I'm so freakin' adorable and likeable." With that Izaki headed back into her room with Nitsuki in tow. Deidara gaped after them for what seemed to be the longest time. Sasori pursed his lips and headed back to his room, leaving Deidara in the middle of the hall.

Izaki sat on her bed in the corner of her shared room, eyes down on the floor. Her breathing was partial to being harsh and uneven. Her hair, which she usually kept back, now hung in her face. She looked pale and sick as she rubbed the back of her neck with her uninjured left hand. The wound from before she'd wrapped in a bandage before sitting down.

Nitsuki watched her from across the room, feeling slightly helpless at the moment. She could practically smell the bitter tang of pain rising off of Izaki. For a fleeting second, Nitsuki wondered if Izaki would even let her near her in her state of disorientation.

"Izaki…?" The girl raised her eyes momentarily before dropping them again.

"What's up?"

"Are you alright…?" Nitsuki asked in a faint tone. Izaki flashed a small, crooked grin.

"No, I'm beyond help." There was the sound of breaking glass as Izaki let out a small hiss of disdain. In the room now stood a snow-white figure with malicious snake-like eyes and long black hair. Around one arm a snake had curled itself up.

"So nice to see you again, Izaki, and you have a friend. I hope that you do pass on some of your teachings to her," laughed the figure.

"Screw you and burn in hell." Izaki stood shakily and drew a kunai. "Get out. Or I'll notify every member in the Akatsuki lair at this moment that you're here."

"But then I'd have to unnecessarily pin you against a wall and make it seem like I would kill you if they tried to come near me. It'd be such a waste to take your life," the man replied.

"Orochimaru, I'm warning you to get out of here." Izaki's eyes were draining from their normal lilac color into a scarlet. The door flew open suddenly and Sasori entered. His eyes were cold as a puppet followed him in with chakra strings attaching him to it.

"How sad, Izaki…you're so weak you can't protect yourself against me," Orochimaru scoffed. Nitsuki sat looking dumbfounded on her bed, trying to comprehend the sudden turn in events.

"You're not worth my energy." Another figure entered the room. The stature was of a male and the face was most definitely a male. The teen's face was pale with chiseled features and sharp onyx eyes. Faded coal-colored locks were pulled into a low ponytail with two equal parts framing his face. This person was tall and seemed to tower over almost everyone in the room.

"Orochimaru," the man acknowledged coldly.

"Itachi Uchiha," Orochimaru laughed. "How sad, Izaki, now you're hiding behind your fellow members?" The black-haired girl pursed her lips, refusing to give in to his tormenting.

"So sorry I could never be everything you wanted me to be, Orochimaru-sensei." Her voice was bitter as she practically spat out the words. She raised her left arm with the kunai and prepared to throw it.

"The only thing I never taught you was discipline," Orochimaru hissed. A sudden, yet familiar, burning sensation started on the left side of Izaki's neck. Her right hand shot out for the nearest object to support her as she struggled not to fall. Her eyes looked unfocused as she used the same kunai from before and drew a thin line across a certain spot on her neck.

"Damn you to hell," whispered Izaki as her vision started to slant. She shook her head in vain, trying to hold on to reality. Laughter filled her ears as her head hit the floor and she blacked out.

When Izaki slowly started to regain consciousness, she was lying on a bed and someone was sitting next to her on a stool. Said-person had black eyes and was practically monitoring her every move. As her eyes started to flutter open she was grateful for how low the lights were turned down. She was also vividly aware that this was not her room.

"You're awake," sighed the person sitting next to her. Through the faint light she could make out Itachi's frame against the black canvas behind him.

"Why is Orochimaru such an ass?" A low chuckle could be heard.

"It's because he just is." Izaki let out a soft sigh and sat up carefully. The room around her seemed to spin momentarily before she made sense of her surroundings.

"Was Nitsuki so crazy you couldn't leave me there with her?" Izaki joked with a grimace as she rubbed her temples. Itachi carefully watched her move, making sure she wouldn't randomly fall.

"Yes…actually…and she fainted afterwards. Sasori and Deidara left her that way when they went back to their room," Itachi finally explained. Izaki smiled dryly.

"Well, so goes life…" She carefully swung her legs over the side of the bed, ensuring she wouldn't accidentally hit Itachi. Leaning her elbows onto her knees she rested her chin in her palms.

"Mmhmm…" Izaki glanced over at him, suddenly realizing that she was staring into the darkness that was Itachi's eyes. They were closer than they naturally were. Sure, they were close friends after they'd broken up a year ago but… Itachi gently placed his lips against hers. Izaki seemed stunned for a moment, not even reacting. Slowly comprehension dawned on her as she relaxed. The kiss lasted approximately fifteen seconds before Itachi broke away. Izaki looked at the door quietly.

"I should be getting back soon."

"You know it's never too late…" His voice was emotionless but his eyes were soft. Izaki bit her lip and stared harder at the door, trying to keep it in focus.

"I need to go soon…" His hand came to rest on her arm as he stared at her inexpressive face.

"'zaki…" Izaki turned her head away and quickly stood.

"I really need to go." With those words said she headed for the door, not even daring to look behind her. She could feel his gaze burning into her back, sending shivers down her spine. The door opened before she even touched it, though. A seven foot tall male with blue skin and spiky indigo hair and shark-like eyes stood there, staring down at her.

"Well, well, well… There the elusive Izaki Mukura is," sneered the man.

"Screw you, Kisame."

"You've gone around a lot and said that lately," remarked Kisame. Izaki tried in vain to get around him.

"Whatever…" Kisame still refused to move, smirking down at Izaki.

"You want to know something I find amusing?"

"Not especially…"

"What I find amusing is how your little friend started talking about you when she was asleep. Such as how serene your face is and how beautiful it makes you look…every breath that you take the air seems to radiate around you—" Izaki threw a hard punch at his gut. Kisame let her hit him, laughing at her futile attempts to hurt him.

"Shut the hell up." Her voice was cold as she managed to sidestep Kisame and headed for her room.

"You're just angry because you know you feel the same way."

"I don't feel," Izaki hissed as she quickened her pace.

"At least that's what you tell yourself because you do," Kisame shot after her.

"Let her be," Itachi's voice reached Izaki's ears. There was a snort of disdain as a door closed. Izaki didn't want to believe what Kisame had said was true. Leaning her forehead against the dirt wall outside of her door she drew in a long breath.

"Ignoring it won't make it go away," Sasori's voice rang through her head. Izaki let out an irritable sigh. She knew that already. Stepping back from the wall she wiped off her forehead and prepared herself for the worst. Placing one hand on the doorknob she twisted it and entered the darkened room. Slowly her eyes adjusted to the darkness and she could make out Nitsuki sitting quietly on her bed by the door.

"We haven't even made it through the day and already things are going to hell," Izaki commented softly from the doorway. She closed the door behind her with a light click and headed to the desk.

"That man…"

"Kisame," Izaki informed her as she settled into the stool in front of the desk, being careful not to misplace her Akatsuki cloak.

"Kisame," repeated Nitsuki slowly. "Did he tell you about what I said in my sleep?" Izaki pursed her lips and shifted slightly. Nitsuki didn't notice the movement.

"No." Her voice was flat. It made it harder to detect if she was lying or not. Nitsuki bit her bottom lip as she stared at Izaki's small form on the stool. Her eyes were cast into shadow due to the dim light.

"You're lying." Izaki didn't answer as she stood and unbuttoned her cloak. She let the garment rest on her arm as she walked over to lay it on her bed. Nitsuki could see how small and fragile Izaki was at this point. Her form was thin and she was of medium height. Her skin was almost sickly pale and there were various cuts on her arms that her mesh shirt didn't cover.

"You don't have any proof I am."

"You're not denying it."

"I'm not admitting to it either."

"You're a liar and you know it." Izaki pivoted to glare at Nitsuki through blazing crimson eyes. Nitsuki should've shrunk back against the wall but instead she sat there and stared. Even through the darkness she could see the outline of Izaki's collarbone and the way her shirt clung to every curve of her body.

"Don't you ever call me a liar," she spat, her voice suddenly deadly. Nitsuki nodded with wide eyes.

"O-okay…"

"Good." Izaki's eyes faded back as she went back to the desk. She crossed her left leg over her right and bent forward to examine a drawing in front of her. Abruptly she cursed. Nitsuki shot her a questioning glance, unsure of herself to speak or not. She was forming a response in her head as fast as she could while Izaki continued to curse softly to herself.

"What's wrong?" Izaki glanced at her momentarily before returning to her work.

"My hair as usual…" She sat back up and swept her hair back, tying it securely. Nitsuki would've responded to that but instead fell a victim to silence as she curled up on her bed. Through the darkness she counted the cracks on the wall. The door creaked open slowly, as if not to disturb the occupants of the room.

"It's me, un," whispered Deidara. Izaki looked up at the blonde before she looked down at Nitsuki. Pressing a finger to her lips she shook her head as she headed for her bed. Picking up her cloak she draped it over her arm and blew out the candle by her work station. The other candles flickered slowly, sputtering as their flames clung to the last string of life.

"Not here." Nitsuki heard the door shut with a click and footsteps retreating away from the room. What could those two possibly be talking about that Nitsuki couldn't hear…? Quietly she swung her legs over the side of the bed and waited till she couldn't perceive sound from footsteps anymore. Opening the door she padded out into the hall and down the general direction where Izaki had brought her from.

"What could be so private…?" Nitsuki mused. Sure, the orange-haired girl was a snoop and couldn't really mind her own business but still… The entrance to the Akatsuki lair stood open like a gaping hole. Quickly Nitsuki slipped through and followed the sound of faint voices in the distance. Darkness was already everywhere, the only light coming from the crescent moon. The towering pine trees cast eerie shadows around Nitsuki, creating illusions of predators around her.

"…Deidara…"

"Please, un…"

"I don't know…"

"I need your help, yea… I don't know how much longer I can take this, un… It's killing me inside." The voice were getting nearer as Nitsuki struggled to find her way through the blackness. She heard Izaki let out a low sigh.

"I don't…"

"You love her, un, and you loved Itachi before, yea. Why can't you help me, un?"

"I can't because…because it's…different…" Nitsuki paused outside of a large clearing where she could see Izaki silhouetted against the night. Her arms were crossed and Deidara stood across from her, sitting on a rock several feet in front of him. He was sitting cross-legged and fiddling with something that looked like clay.

"Different how, yea?"

"It just…it just…is…" Izaki fidgeted slightly.

"I love him, yea, and I don't know if he feels the same way, un. I'm…unsure, yea, of what to do because he hates me. I'm worried our next mission will be awkward, yea…" Deidara sighed, staring down at his clay.

"It will only be if you let it be. Don't let your emotions get in the way of battle, Deidara," Izaki tried to assure him.

"I know that, Izaki, yea! I just hate myself for feeling this way…un… It confuses me and I can't do anything about it, yea!" Deidara suddenly snapped. Izaki looked momentarily startled at his sudden outburst before returning to her stony expression.

"You must deal with it, Deidara."

"You sound just like Sasori, un."

"That's always such a nice compliment…" The sarcasm was clear in Izaki's voice as she leaned against a tree to her right.

"Look, un, does Sasori…feel the same way…? It seems wrong, yea, to feel this way about someone who is always there, un…and hurts you so much, yea…" Deidara finally questioned in a soft voice.

"Time will tell all, Deidara…"

"You know, yea," the blonde accused her.

"Maybe so, Deidara, maybe so…" Her tone was vague as she rubbed her eyes. "Can we please go back now? I'm tired…like insanely tired…"

"Hang on, yea; I have one more question…" Izaki groaned slightly but nodded anyways. "Do you like Nitsuki, un?"