Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. This fanfiction is for entertainment purposes only.

Author's Note: My only wish is for you all to enjoy. But reviews are greatly appreciated.

At Yamanaka's De-Flowering Shop:

Sakura paced across the pale blue carpeting of Ino's bedroom, in the middle of a non-stop tirade about the newest development at the club.

"Are you seriously saying we're going to have a bunch of fucking criminals living here, and we are going to teach them how to strip? You have got to be out of your damn mind."

"I'm pretty fucking serious, Sakura. I owe them a huge favor. In fact, Konan helped me buy this place and turn it into what it is today. We are the number one strip club in the area, and I am not going to cause trouble for myself by breaking ties with the Akatsuki." Ino sighed, then frowned into her mirror as she realized her previously perfect lip gloss was mussed.

"And you are positive they have to stay here?" the pink-haired girl pressed.

"Again, yes. Currently, we have four female dancers, including myself, which is more than enough for our male crowd. But we both know some new male entertainment is needed. Badly. Attendance fell by six percent last month."

Sakura at last fell silent, pink eyebrows furrowed as she contemplated her boss's words. "You know, you're right. But Sasuke isn't going to react well to this," the pinkette went on "we both know he hates having his spotlight taken."

"As far as I'm concerned, Sasuke can go fuck himself. He doesn't stay here with the rest of us. I had to threaten him with a frying pan in order to get my tithe the other day!" The blond closed her sapphire eyes and leaned back in her chair. "Tonight is his last show. Naruto's too. Something about following in his guardian's footsteps…"

"His novel signing is in a few days from now." Sakura quipped.

"Is that the one where the guy-" Ino questioned, voice rising in pitch.

"And the girl…"

"Holy shit. So he finally succeeded in upping Jiraiya's Icha Icha Paradise?" The blonde let out a short laugh. "Wow, he really is going to make it. Can you do me a favor and fetch Hinata and TenTen? I'm going to have to talk to both of them about the new blood coming in."

"Sure thing, pig."

"Shut it, forehead. I'll steal your spot tonight if you don't move your ass."

Sakura laughed and skipped out of the room, leaving Ino alone with her makeup once more.

Just Outside:

Itachi was miserable, and his discontent was only increased by the incessant bitching of his comrades.

"It is really fucking hot out here."

"Can we get some water, yeah?"

"Tobi is sweaty!"

"Shut up."

Itachi could tell Pein's annoyance had finally reached its boiling point at last, if the tick developing on his forehead was anything to go by.

"We've only been walking a few blocks. The club's just up that road," his Leader said, pointing to a shelled path barely big enough for two cars to pass each other. The road had ditches on either side, about two feet deep, and the whole ensemble was framed by old oak trees whose droopy, sagging branches gave the impression of walking through a leafy tunnel. It would have been nice, Itachi mused, if he had been alone and not privy to the knowledge he would soon be taking off his clothes for hordes of sex-crazed women and/or men.

He was quite ashamed that the Akatsuki had no sense of order, and was still irked by Kisame's incessant jokes about him finally getting the chance to lose his virginity. He was not ashamed of his lack of experience in the ladies' department, not at all! Or maybe just a little bit. He had much better things to do with his time then spend it courting some simpering female that would eventually lie, cheat, or do something similar. Women were just another disappointment to be dealt with in this life.

And speaking of disappointments, Itachi began to wonder what had happened to his little brother. Joining a gang had driven a rift in between the two, but Itachi had to keep them in house and home. His parents had died, and he had to take care of his family, even if it meant leaving the boy alone much of the time. As soon as Sasuke turned eighteen, the boy had left, and last contact he had had with the wayward youth was a postcard that read "Merry Christmas, Itachi. Go fuck yourself."

He had been alone until he moved into the Akatsuki base, and that was a slight reprieve from the self-inflicted seclusion he had been undergoing. But, that said base was now falling apart. Which had led to him being here, on this road, trudging forward to what would undoubtedly be the most traumatic experience of his entire life.

"Oy, Itachi, watch out for the-"

Smack!

The raven's reverie was broken by the force of his forehead colliding with a low hanging tree branch. And, as the force of gravity is wont to do, his unbalance allowed the laws of physics to take hold and the great Uchiha fell flat on his ass.

"Ow."

Hidan broke out in obnoxious laughter, nearly weeping as the Uchiha rose unsteadily to his feet, rubbing his backside. "Looks like little red-eye wasn't looking were he was going. Haha!"

"Shut up." Itachi felt no need to defend himself. He was much too dignified for that sort of nonsense. And that one time he got conjunctivitis should have been water under the bridge by now.

"I did try to warn you," Kisame said at last. "You've been thinking, haven't you? Otherwise, even you would have laughed at the spider Deidara found in his hair."

Itachi glanced over at the said blonde, whose once perfectly neat hair was mussed and tangled, as if someone had been pulling frantically at it. "I doubt it."

"So, what's up with you?" Kisame pressed.

"I am not keen on this turn of events."

"It could be worse."

"How?"

"Well…give me a sec…um…we could be disbanded…and end up babysitting Tobi!"

"Hn."

"Is that it?!" Deidara's excited voice could be heard from the front of the line. "It's pretty nice, yeah!"

"Considering there's a really fucking hot chick watering flowers in front, that must be it." Hidan remarked.

As if on cue, said woman turned towards the group gathered rather awkwardly in front of the house, a smile breaking out over her lovely oval face. Itachi could admit, albeit privately, that she was not ugly.

"Are you all the Akatsuki?" Itachi frowned at the woman's stupid question. Really, who else would they be?

Pein stepped forward, then, much to everyone's shock, bowed.

"Ms. Yamanaka. Thank you for your cooperation."

"Call me Ino, please. We've known each other for years, Pein, and you always address me so damn formally. Want to come in for a few?"

"No, thank you. I have a bus to catch."

"You guys walked here?"

Pein simply gave the woman a long look.

"Kakuzu," the man said at last, pointing towards the heavily tattooed figure "is in charge of all earnings. And," here Pein sent a pointed glare at each of his men, and even Itachi couldn't help but blink at the venom in his gaze. "you will do exactly what Ino and the rest of her crew tell you. Or else."

"Wonderful." Ino succeeded in surprising all members by bouncing down the steps and engulfing Pein in a hug. The orange haired man noticeably stiffened before awkwardly patting the woman on the back.

"I'll keep you informed about the state of affairs." Pein turned away, and began walking down the path back to the road.

Ino turned to the now leaderless men before her, and a sly grin spread across her features, making Itachi realize this woman was evil incarnate. He took an involuntary step back, suddenly nervous.

"Okay, everyone. Take off your shirts. I need to see what we're working with here."

Inside:

"Hey! Move over! I wanna see…"

Sakura shouldered TenTen to the side, grappling for a spot at the window so she could view the new males, who were now in the process of removing their shirts, each with pained grimaces etched onto their faces.

"There's no need to fight!" Hinata shoved the spitting girls apart, lilac eyes first narrowing as she realized what the females were fighting over, then widening as the removal of shirts was completed by the fine hunks of flesh outside. "Ooh. These are the newbies?"

"Hell yeah!" TenTen exclaimed. "They are so going to make us a good chunk of money!"

"Wait a second…" Sakura frowned "isn't that Sasuke's brother?"

"Holy shit." Hinata blurted out. Both girls turned to look at the indigo-haired beauty. "Oopsie. Pardon my french."

"No need to, honey." TenTen told her, patting the blushing girl on the back. "It's about time you started cursing. You finally embraced your inner goddess and got over the damn stuttering, now you need to cuss once in a while."

"Stripping will do that to you…"

"That is Itachi!" Sakura squealed. "Sasuke will be…actually no, he won't be happy. He's going to be one pissed off motherfucker." The green-eyed vixen laughed to herself. "He's better built than Sasuke too!"

"You must be glad tonight is his last performance." Hinata murmured to the pinkette.

"I guess. He treated me like shit, but I guess you get kind of used to having them around, you know?"

"Yeah, I'll miss Naruto, but we can't all be strippers forever. This was just something to get him back on his feet; it was never meant to be something permanent."

"Aw, Hinata," TenTen gave the younger woman a hug. "I know you liked him, but just look out this window! We now have seven scrumptious men to choose from!"

"Hey, Sakura…" Hinata began.

"Yep?"

"You might want to get out there and intervene…"

Sakura caught a glimpse of Ino, who was now making the criminals remove their pants.

"I'll be back…"

Outside:

It was hard to say who was more relieved when Sakura burst out the front door and marched over to the giggling blond and pulled her to the side, obviously pissed. No one in the the Akatsuki could hear their whispered argument, but when Ino finally stalked off, slamming the door behind her, a wave of thankfulness immediately engulfed the men standing before the new girl.

"You don't have to take your pants off," the pink-haired girl told them "and you can put your shirts back on."

"Thank fuck, yeah." Deidara muttered before slipping his black tee over his head.

"That bitch is fucking hot!" Hidan whispered to Kakuzu, who was standing stoically next to the silver-haired man, looking very much like he was about to kill someone. Which was how he always looked, but that was besides the point.

"I bet she puts out!"

"Shut it, Hidan." Kisame growled, as the girl was now standing in front of the group with her arms crossed, shooting a glare at the two men.

"Look, y'all should be thankful I saved you from Ino's clutches. So, I'm going to ask you all to shut the fuck up and listen to me."

Hidan opened his mouth but Kakuzu slapped a hand over it before the man could speak.

"So, you guys are probably wondering what life is going to be like here." A few nods confirmed the pinkette's suspicion. "Well, we are the best, highest-classed strip club in the county. The club is located on the first floor of the house, and the second floor area is living space. Because there are so many of you, and none of us are moving our shit to accommodate you all, one of you guys will be staying in each of our rooms, and three will share the extra bedroom. If you try to molest us, you will be castrated. Sorry."

"Oh, trust me bitch," Hidan started, dodging Kakuzu's hand. "I have no problem with staying with you." He winked, and Sakura gave him a feral looking smile.

"Just for that, you will be staying in the extra room."

"Fuck." Hidan muttered, Sakura's grin widening at his response.

"You all are quite lucky Ino's club is where Pein sent you. You get to keep eighty percent of your tips, and the patrons won't touch you unless you give them permission too. There's also a gym in the basement. Hinata! TenTen!"

The two women poked their heads out from around the doorway.

"I'm going to separate each of you into groups, and we'll all take you guys on a short tour. You won't be dancing tonight; instead you will be observing. But we'll do a few preliminary lessons. Your first show will be five days from now. You and you," Sakura continued, pointing at Deidara and Sasori "you're with Hinata."

Hinata shyly raised her hand, a tad nervous. That blonde was really, really cute.

"You three…" Sakura pointed at Itachi, Kisame, and Tobi "are with TenTen." The brown haired girl, her hair up in perfect buns, grinned and waved at the three men, one of the group doing a twirl of delight and the other two uttering soft groans of despair.

"And I'll take you two."

Hidan smirked. "Couldn't resist?" Sakura only snorted in response.

Kakuzu blinked, surprised. Privately, and ONLY privately, he considered the pink haired nymph attractive.

Three tours and two broken vases later:

Kakuzu after some thought, came to the ultimate conclusion that things could be worse. Judging from the sleek, fashionable design of the club and the utilities of the premises, the gals here raked in a fair bit of dough. And he was more than happy to take part in that.

Hidan was pleased with the arrangements, and, secure in the knowledge he was the epitome of physical perfection, decided he would fully cooperate, because fuck it, his body deserved to be worshipped.

Kisame was thankful for the chance to prove he too was as attractive and as skilled as his fellow members.

Deidara, told he could use non-destructive pyrotechnics in his show, was actually excited.

Sasori was informed he would be a bouncer most of the time, and could make props for the club. He was content.

Tobi loved dancing.

And Itachi didn't give a fuck.

All of these revelations were reported to the three strippers turned tour guides, and Ino was relieved she wouldn't have to threaten any members with a frying pan to get them to cooperate.

So, a general consensus having been reached, was how the crowd ended up in the basement gym, the three girls being handsy with the boys as they tried to teach them certain moves.

"No, Hidan, circles, rotate in a smooth manner…" Sakura instructed, hands on the man's hips.

"Bitch, I'll show how smooth I can be…" The pink-haired girl giggled before smacking him lightly on the shoulder.

"Don't be naughty."

Much to Deidara's displeasure, the zealot was smirking like a fool. The blonde tried to imitate his fellow, causing a squeal to escape from Ino's lips. "That's perfect Deidara! Just like that!" Confidence growing, the man proceeded with his dance, hips rotating in perfect rhythm, hands playing with the bottom of his tee showing delicious glimpses of tan, toned skin. Sakura turned to look at him, and Deidara tried for a seductive grin, mentally high fiving himself as the pink-haired beauty blushed.

Overall, the four strippers were very pleased with their trainees' progress. They no longer took off clothes like they were simply changing; they flaunted it, owned it, took off their shirts like they were gods walking the earth, just like they should.

Except for Itachi. That man was a major fail.

"What the fuck is wrong with you, Uchiha?" Hidan sniggered, swiveling his hips to the strains of "I'm Not Your Boyfriend Baby." "You dance like a fucking robot."

In response, Itachi rotated his hips experimentally, causing collective groans to rise from the crowd.

"Itachi, honey," Ino started, then stopped at the furious look in the raven's eyes. She took a deep breath. "You dance like you have Parkinson's." At this Kisame collapsed into a fit of silent laughter.

"I've never learned to dance."

"Haven't you ever…I don't know…let yourself just move to a beat? Alone?"

"No. I do not engage in such frivolous activities."

"Fuckin' loser." Hidan muttered, drawing a few chuckles from Deidara and Kisame.

Sakura sighed, close to exasperated with the situation and ready to intervene. "Itachi, how do you learn best?"

His dark eyes cold, Itachi turned to the pinkette and sneered. "I'm a strictly visual learner."

"Have you seen Magic Mike?"

"What?"

A few minutes away from show time:

The fearsome Akatsuki lurked in the shadows of the room, feeling out of place as the club gradually filled with provocatively dressed women and eager men. Their hosts had left to get ready, and the group had been put to work cleaning tables and mopping floors. The area was tastefully decorated, with red carpet, black couches, and numerous chairs and tables scattered around. It was now very clean, too.

But the main attraction was the newly swept stage and catwalk. The stage, black, had three silver poles in the background that extended to the ceiling, and was lit by high quality stage lights that could turn the room from pale blue to blood red in an instant, depending on the song being played. The crew had been introduced to Kiba, the guy who took care of the lights and music, and Temari, a blonde haired woman that took no shit, as tonight's MC.

"This is fucking cool, yeah?" Deidara remarked to Kisame. "Soon, we'll be the ones on that stage, having money thrown at us." The blonde frowned. "Provided Uchiha doesn't fuck up his dancing. I never thought I'd see Tobi outclass someone in anything."

Judging from Itachi's traumatized look as he had emerged from the room Sakura had sent him to so he could watch…some kind of movie…Kisame didn't think Itachi would be an issue. He then gave a secret grin at the prospect of getting to see his 'teachers' strip tonight. They were all extremely attractive, especially the fiery blonde in charge of the whole operation. He'd always liked a girl with balls. But the pinkie was pretty hot too, even if her chest wasn't as big as the others'. And the dark haired girl? Best tits he'd seen in a long time.

"Five minutes till show time, people." Temari's sultry voice boomed throughout the room. The place certainly had a kickass sound system.

"You all ready to watch and learn?" Sakura had snuck up behind them, walking gracefully despite her abominably high heels that made her toned legs look even sexier. Deidara gulped audibly as he took her in, and Hidan's jaw hit the floor. Kisame, feeling generous, shut it for him.

"Damn, girl." the blue-skinned man smiled. "You look smoking."

"More than that, yeah." Deidara managed, his fair cheeks more than a bit red. She was dressed in a tight black corset, her pink hair worn straight and long so that it flowed down her back in a seamless pink wave. He found himself captivated by those viridescent eyes made impossibly huge and round with smoky eyeshadow and dark mascara.

"Better close your mouth, Deidara. You're catching flies in it." The pinkette smirked as Deidara's cheeks flamed again. "Enjoy the show."

"Fucking damn. Just, damn."

"Shut up Hidan, yeah."

The high sound of a microphone squealing brought the noise level in the club down to a murmur. "Ladies and gentleman, welcome, welcome to Yamanaka's De-Flowering Shop! Tonight, we have our monthly mixed night, featuring your favorite dancers! I give you TenTen!"

A bright light flashed on at the left of the stage, revealing the brunette. Kakuzu twitched, drawing a funny look from Hidan as the girl was revealed, her long hair down to her petite waist, her legs impossibly long in silver heels, and her features barely concealed behind scraps of blue fabric.

"Ino!"

The appearance of the blonde caused a barrage of whoops and cat calls from the men in the crowd. Her pink lips were wet and slightly parted, as if the light flashed on in the middle of ecstasy.

"Tobi likes the pretty girl!"

"Quiet. Now." Kisame snapped, taking in the girl's curvy form. He tried to stomp down the increasingly dirty thoughts running through his mind as his pale eyes raked over her, relishing the glimpse of ass and boob he got from the tiny pink outfit she was wearing.

"Annnd Sakura!"

"Holy fuck." Hidan breathed, earning a glare from Deidara.

But the most shocking reaction was from Itachi, who actually startled at the sight of her.

Kisame grinned. Looks like the kid has hormones after all.

A few seconds passed, and then the strains of Simon Curtis's 'Diablo' began to filter through the room. Sakura started to dance, moving effortlessly to the music and shooting sultry glances or pouty lips at her shouting admirers, her body immediately sinking into the groove with an instinct that came with years of practice. She was quite skilled, hips rotating slowly and sensually as she gripped her pole, climbing the metal with little effort and spreading her legs wide as she spiraled down to the ground, writhing against the stage provocatively.

"They are very skilled." Kakuzu stated, trying to ignore the lustful thoughts darting around his head.

"Shit, man. I didn't realize you even had in fucking in you to find women attractive." Hidan laughed.

Kakuza smiled, which was downright horrifying. Each member knew for a fact that Kakuzu only smiled for three reasons: When he was getting paid, when he was about to kill someone in a particularly nasty way, or when he was about to seriously piss off a fellow member.

"Actually, Hidan, do you remember that lovely black haired damsel you wanted to hook up with at the Eye of the Moon?"

Hidan nodded warily.

"Turns out, tattoos were very…appealing to her."

"You motherfucker!"

"Yes, she was good too."

Kisame barely managed to hold the man back in time.

A few songs and several arguments later:

"So, Sasori, why do you fucking get off making puppets?"

Said redhead shot Hidan a lethal glare.

"I do not "get off" making puppets, you asshole. I just like having something to do with my hands." Sasori retorted.

"I like doing stuff with my hands too…"

"That's just gross, yeah." Deidara cut in.

"Says the man who has fucking mouths tattooed on his."

"Can you all cut the unnecessary chit-chit? These gals must be raking in about 500 bucks a night…trying to figure it out…"

"You and your hard on for money, Kakuzu. Wonder if you'll ever get some actual pussy with that attitude." Kisame laughed.

Kakuzu narrowed his eyes. "For your information, I can say without fear of contradiction that I get more than you."

"He's got a point." Sasori muttered into his rum and coke.

"You guys are mean."

"Don't listen to them, Kisame. Your pretty damn decent. And very unique." A soft female voice interrupted the group's bickering.

Every head turned to look at the indigo haired temptress standing before them. She was dressed in a purple thong, which was stuffed with bills, and nothing else.

"Holy shit, bitch, that is one nice rack."

Hinata raised one carefully sculpted eyebrow. "It makes for good tips." Then, a smirk crossed her features. "Anyway, I wouldn't be so surprised at the fact we're topless…you'll be wearing next to nothing soon enough." She laughed as the members looked around frantically.

"We fucking missed the tits!" Hidan groaned, slamming his face down into the table. All the members looked disappointed at this realization, except for Tobi, who had been given a game boy and was sitting underneath the table.

A fair-haired man sauntered up to the dark-haired girl and snapped a twenty before her. She sighed, then turned to go.

"Sorry boys. Duty calls." She was flattered by Hidan's muttered curse and Kisame's murmur of discontent, and made a last minute decision to grace them with a smile as she led the man away.

"Okay boys, how was that for the ladies? Can I get a round of applause?" Temari's smooth voice boomed throughout the room, causing the gang to look back towards the empty stage. "Now, for all you queens out there, are you ready to meet your kings for tonight?" Raucous screams and frantic applause answered the questions. "Well, I'm pleased to introduce our male entertainment tonight…Naruto and Sasuke!"

As the curtains parted to reveal two men, two men clothed in naught but black tanks and jeans, Kisame looked over at his friend and realized Itachi had keeled over in a dead faint.

"You're fucking telling Itachi's brother works here? That little shit wouldn't know pussy if it sat on his face!" Hidan muttered.

"It appears so. Itachi, wake up!" Kisame responded, shaking the raven's shoulder.

"Please tell me I'm dreaming." Itachi pleaded. "Please."

"I'm sorry…" Kisame's apology was interrupted as the music of "Jet Pack Blues" by Fall Out Boy began to thrum throughout the room.

"Tobi likes this song!"

"Shut up, Tobi." Kakuzu snapped. Being a male, he was not opposed whatsoever to a nice view of womanly curves, but the knowledge that he was supposed to watch Itachi's brother strip made him want to join Tobi underneath the table.

*I've got those jet pack blues, just like Judy*

At the first lyrics, Sasuke began to rotate his hips sensually, head thrown back as if in rapture, causing Itachi to develop a nervous twitch as he realized he was about to watch his little brother take his clothes off.

*She's in a long black coat tonight, waiting for me in the downpour outside*

Itachi gave a faint moan as the change in speed prompted Sasuke to hasten up his tempo, crouching low and turning so every women could get a good view of his circling tush. Itachi contemplated gouging out his eyes but decided that would be messy and he'd probably have to go to a doctor and he really didn't like doctors but this was singularly horrifying and…

*And I remember baby, come home,*

His brother's shirt was off now, and the screams from the mob of women in front of the stage masked Itachi's second fainting fit. Kisame was vaguely concerned about the newest development, but he was told to watch and learn, so damn it he was going to even if seeing Sasuke shirtless would scar him for life.

Said man began to gyrate his hips, falling to the stage and gyrating against it, body undulating smoothly and six pack flexing with the effort, smirking as the women surrounding him threw wads of cash at him.

*Did you ever love her, do you know?*

He was standing again, holding onto on the stripper's poles and moving against it, running his hands through his mussed hair and closing his eyes, giving the screaming ladies a nice view of his chiseled chest and shapely throat.

Kakuzu was occupied with suppressing the urge to dart on stage and start gathering up the wayward cash.

Deidara was transfixed, rooted to the spot in fear.

Itachi was in a horror-induced coma.

Tobi had just evolved his Bulbasaur.

*I've got those jet pack blues, fight off the light tonight*

Now, it was the blond's turn, the one the group assumed to be "Naruto." The man was more built than Sasuke, and was very tan in comparison to the younger Uchiha. He moved to the front of the stage, swiveling his lean hips suggestively, pulling up his blank tank to give all the women an eyeful of his abs.

What the hell does this guy do in his spare time? You could practically grate cheese on those things. Deidara wondered, suddenly insecure. He snuck a hand under his own shirt and felt his own abs, as if to ascertain they were still there. Judging from Hidan's scared look, the zealot was wondering the same thing.

*Our hands were just that close, the sweetness never lasted, no*

The two men were gyrating side by side now, hips moving, abdominals flexing, bodies undulating in perfect synch as the duo popped their hips and twerked. They dropped to the floor, writhing against the catwalk as females swarmed them and ran their hands over the partially naked bodies, stuffing dollar bills into the mens' jeans.

"Where the fuck did that little prick learn to dance like that?" Hidan whispered to Kakuzu and Kisame. "I know my body is practically perfection but damn, are we gonna be able to pull shit like that off?"

"We have good teachers, yeah." Deidara chimed in, keeping an eye on the still moving figures on the stage. Inwardly, he was anxious about their upcoming debut.

"Look at all that money…" Kakuzu murmured. "At least six hundred bucks, no doubt."

*I remember baby, come home, I remember baby, come home*

At the culmination of the beat, the entertainers ripped off their pants, drawing a strangled scream from the once stoic Itachi as the muscled, pale globes of Sasuke's ass were revealed, each cheek flexing in time to the music and the younger Uchiha's v-line in perfect view as he continued to circle his hips and feel himself up. The ladies in front went wild, hooting and hollering as Sasuke's ass was put on display.

At the next strain, Naruto again took the front spotlight, arms rippling with muscle as he lifted a women from the audience and proceeded to enact explicit acts, the other ladies screaming approval and continuing to stuff bills into the blond's black thong. Sasuke copied his partner's action, grabbing the back of a woman's head and simulating another sexual activity as the song changed to "Pour Some Sugar on Me."

"We get to fucking do that?" Hidan exclaimed, suddenly excited.

"I suppose so." Kakuzu muttered, $ signs appearing in his eyes as he watched to dancers finish their first song, thongs stuffed to the brim with cash.

Itachi, though, had had enough. He lurched to his feet, steadied by Kisame, and began walking towards the back room where the strippers changed.

"Where the fuck are you going, red-eye?"

Itachi turned, the killing intent coming off of the raven in waves as he faced the self-proclaimed priest.

"I need to talk to my little brother."