I'm being kind and putting two pieces out at once! Yay for me and you!

Enjoy! Review please! It gives me confidence to want to put up more, because I will know you guys are enjoying it!

P.S. I like Itachi really... he had nice hair LOL... in fact it seems all the Naruto guys I like have awesome hair!... I sense a trend....


My head really hurt when I awoke. There was a painful throbbing, which felt like some tiny little people were playing bongo drums on the inside of my skull. Gees, if I got my hands on them then they were going to be nothing but little bongo splatters when I was finished with them.

Sitting up was difficult, because I found my hands were no longer bound in front of me. No, this time they were tied to a rope that pinned me against the thick trunk of a tree. The rope wasn't exactly tied loosely either, in fact I wondered whether or not they were trying to kill me by cutting off blood flow to every single part of my body. I grunted, trying to break loose of the binds, which was an absolutely pointless effort. Really it was, considering they would have been knots tied by expert ninja. I doubted someone who flunked knots in Girl Guides would be able to break free of them. "Dammit, dammit, dammit, dammit, DAMMIT! AHHH ROPES!"

"Your only wasting your own effort," Kisame told me. I hadn't even noticed him approach in my attempt to break free of the ropes. "There is chakra infused in that rope. It would stop a demon."

"Well move your big blue butt and help me undo them then fish face! They hurt!"

He narrowed his eyes at me. "Good."

I scowled. "Hate you.... walking piece of seafood."

Okay, I might have flunked knots in Girl Guides, but I passed all badges which involved endurace, persistance and downright stubborness with flying colours. So I gave Kisame was a filthy look, and continued on with trying to break free of the ropes. He shrugged, and sat back down beside the campfire.

Wait, campfire? I looked up above me into the sky. Sure enough, what greeted me was the eternal blackness of night, coupled with a thousand twinkling stars. It looked different. There was no lights from cars, or planes, or the city to pollute it. If I wasn't currently tied to a tree, I might actually lie back and enjoy the sight. Unfortunately I had ropes to tackle, which I immediatley homed back in on.

Itachi and Kisame were both seated around a small flickering campfire a few feet away from the base of the tree. It was obviously so they could keep a close eye on me. Really though, it wasn't like I was going anywhere in a big hurry, much to my annoyance. They both were holding what looked like small bags of food, and a water skin. For a moment I wondered where they came from, but when you though about it they really did have big cloaks. I eyed them. Well this was polite. Eat and drink your fill gentlemen, while leaving your poor innocent hostage tied to the tree!

I was now working on trying to chew my way through the ropes by the stage I noticed a shadow over the top of me. I looked upwards in surprise, my teeth still half sunk within the ropes. I looked to see Itachi, whose face if surprised at seeing I was so fixated on getting out the ropes that I woud chew through them, hid it well. He held his water skin in one hand, and a handful of food wrapped within a large leaf in the other. He placed both of them down before me, and with precise agile fingers he undid the ropes around one of my wrists. The relief was intense, and if my other hand had been free then I would have rubbed them together to rid the pinkish marks circling them. "Tar very much darls."

He raised an eyebrow. I sighed, and spoke very slowly as if he were mentally incapable of understanding, "It means thanks."

There was silence as a response. He stood, and I suddenly blurted, "Hang on, you guys never proparly introduced yourselves to me earlier!"

"It seems you already know of our names," was the reply I recieved from him.

"Well yeah, but it's called manners. Or are you embarassed, since your name means weasel, right?"

I recieved a very odd look, before Itachi turned to walk back the few steps to the campfire. Again he didn't answer my question. Though I had the weasel in the ammo department now. Looking down at the food, then my one hand, I wondered how I was going to do this. I wasn't exactly a co-ordinated person when it came to eating with two hands, let alone just one! "Am I supposed to eat one-handed?"

"It's one-handed, or Kisame and I feed you." That was the only reply I got, and he didn't even do me the honor of facing me when he spoke.

"You are a jerk," I muttered under my breath. I don't think he heard me. He didn't give any indication if he did, though I saw Kisame stiffle a snigger. Well at least the fish had a sense of humour.

Inside the leaf was two rice balls. Oh yeah, Naruto was a japanese anime. Whether or not they knew it, they mostly followed japanese customs, including food. Well I liked rice. Truthfully I liked most japanese foods when I had the chance to eat them... sushi with raw food in it was one of the few exceptions. Which made it perfect ammo against Mr Fish himself.

I took a very cautious swig of water, trying not to let my mind drift to the fact that at some point Itachi had taken a drink from this same water skin. At least I avoided the 'indirect kiss' that I've heard about when you share things like water bottles, because I let the water dribble out and down into my mouth. I only took a few sips. His water or not, it was now going to last us both until we managed to obtain more, and since I had no idea where the next refil would be I didn't want to push my luck with the half empty water skin. Note the pessimistic mood, half empty.

The rice balls were good, though I wondered for a very long time if they would do something like explode in my face. Honestly it wouldn't surprise me. Plus there was the fact that they coudl have poisioned it, though surely if they wished to kill me they would have already done so. Again, who could tell with these two?

I broke off a piece, popping it into my mouth and chewing slowly. The other two were ignoring me, though they weren't talking to each other either. More maintaining silence, where they both stared at the flames while they ate their own riceballs that was in front of them. An evil thought popped into my head, and casually I broke off another piece of sticky rice. Rearranging it in my grip, I aimed carefully and flicked it. I might be sluggish and slow with hand to hand combat, and have terrible co-ordination in most other circumstances, but I had deadly accuracy when it came to food fights.

The small piece of rice hit Kisame directly on the side of his cheek. He looked up in surprise, and his gaze instantly fell on me. By this stage I had gathered the rest of my rice ball in my only free hand, so it looked like I would have been unable to flick the rice at him. He looked at me with a queer expression, and I tilted my head to the side to give him a false look of confusion while I took a bite of my rice ball. He fell for it, hook line and sinker, excusing the pun. With a look towards Itachi, who seemed not to have noticed what had just happened, he went back to his food. I put my rice ball down, again taking another piece of rice in my fingers.

The rice struck Kisame again in the exact same place on his cheek. He instantly snapped his eyes to me, but I moved faster this time, and the riceball was in my hands. I put on the innocent look, and used my forefinger to point towards Itachi. It was hard to believe how oblivious Itachi was, as he raised his head to recieve a withering glare from Kisame. If Itachi had to use facial gestures to create expressions like a normal person, then he would have raised a questioning eyebrow as tall as Mount Everest. Kisame just continued to glare at him, before dropping his gaze and taking a bite into his rice ball again. Silently I snickered a small amount of victory to myself.

I decided to try my luck again after a moment. This time when I aimed, I aimed directly for the great Uchiha. It would cause me some great sense of victory if I knew I would be able to hit the weasel with at least one piece of food splatter.

The rice would have hit him square on the cheek if his hand didn't come up and catch the flying piece of food. He didn't even need to turn his head to look when he did so. Kisame raised his head in surprise, and at the same time both of them turned their heads to look at me. Crap, busted. Still, I couldn't help a grin creeping onto my face. I recieved that same withering glare from Kisame, but a blank look from Itachi. Well, if they insisted on kidnapping me for no reason and didn't kill me, which at this rate it seemed like they weren't going to, then they were just going to have to face what I was going to throw at them. Namely at this rate, marshmallows and rice.

I grinned goofily at Kisame, "Oh my gosh, I can't believe a ninja like you got splattered with food."

He glared.

"You should see me with jelly.... accompanied with a spoon I have the accuracy of a master! You guys wouldn't stand a chance!"

"Well I hope you enjoy the fact that after this, now you will be fed only by Kisame and me," Itachi remarked, cutting through the tense atmosphere around his associate.

"I'll bite your fingers off if you do," I coldly replied.

"Then you will starve." Oh yep, what a pleasant fellow.

"Gees, your charming. No wonder you can't get yourself a girlfriend," I grumbled under my breath. This time I really didn't intend for them to hear it, but I think I forgot how ninja ears seem to be so much more powerful than a normal human. He turned, and I responded by sticking my tongue out at him. Not the most honorable, lady-like thing to do, nor would it help me in any way to escape, but gosh darnnit actually being able to stick my tongue out at him was most refreshing and fufilling.

The two ninja cleared away what scraps there were of the meal, which was only really the leaves. I refused to eat any more of my rice ball, and it was removed from the dangerous area of aim by my hand. While they did that, I attempted to use my free hand to attack the knots around my other wrist. They didn't budge in the slightest, so tight that it would be a wonder if they came undone at all. "Gees, were you guys in a ninja Navy or something?"

The look I recieved clearly meant they had no idea what a Navy was. What a big surprise that was. Half the stuff I spouted they probarbly had no idea what I was on about. Maybe that was why they were kidnapping me. I remembered that Itachi said I had some funny chakra before, but I was certain that was just because I fell through a hole in the sky. Really the only other thing about me was the fact that I was announcing all these random things that they had no idea about. That should have been an indication that I should keep my mouth shut. Unfortunately it didn't work like that with me.

Itachi took up some sort of post towards the edge of the camp. Kisame in the meantime approached me and rebound my free wrist back against the tree. I scowled, "Oh yeah, thanks. I'm really going to be able to sleep trussed up like some turkey to a tree."

"Should we slip her some sleeping drugs Itachi?" Kisame asked his partner.

"She'll sleep soon enough," Itachi replied. "She will be walking tomorrow, and if she grows tired and falls behind you may drag her." Kisame grinned. I however was not so happy with that idea.

"Stuff you! It's not like I can't blimin' well hear you over here you know!"

"Then you should perfectly understand that if you are unrested in the morning and fall behind, you will be dragged."

"You jerk! You know I still don't remember me agreeing to coming along with you two! I have better things to do with my time than stick around in the deadzone of silence with two nutjobs like you lot!"

I recieved a cold glare. I wondered if they'd ever before had someone call them such names. Well that didn't stop me sticking my tongue out at Itachi again when he looked at me. He didn't respond, nor reply in any way to what I'd said to him. In fact he seemed content to ignore me completley.

I saw Kisame still grinning with the idea of dragging me along. I wasn't so pleased by the threat, and became determined to do whatever I could in order to keep us all awake. "I bet I can't fall behind if your running on zero sleep though," I told them both.

Now usually my singing voice is relatively okay, if I do say so myself. It's not of the quality that will one day earn me lots of money like Beyonce or Pink, but it's not exactly like the warbling of some dying animal. However, after two hours non-stop of singing 'It's a Small World After All' then it does tend to become strained. The tedious song kept Kisame wide awake, and I could tell after two hours it was beginning to get to Itachi too. The campfire had been put out so that it wouldn't alert enemies to our whereabouts during darker hours, but my loud voice was definately going to direct them here if there were any in the area. That was partially what I was hoping for.

"Enough!" Kisame finally yelled when I began to pick up the chorus of the song again. Underneath the moonlight I could see the frustration in his face, and smirked at him while I sang even louder. "IT'S A SMALL WORLD AFTER ALL!"

He turned to face Itachi, "Itachi, may I kill her?"

"No. She must stay alive."

"Well can you please do something about her?!"

Itachi stood up, and moved with an unnerving agility 'til he stood in front of me. I froze, not daring to open my mouth and start singing again with him so close.

"Your in my personal bubble," I told him, ready aiming my foot to kick him if needed. "My foot is ready to remove you from that bubble if you do not leave it in ten seconds."

"Stop singing then," he told me, as he held a kunai to one of my wrists, "Or I remain in your bubble and you lose a hand."

"Okay okay, I promise to stop singing. Just leave my hand and the bubble alone."

He removed the kunai, straightening up. I let my foot down... Itachi wasn't going to lose his family jewels tonight! I heard the sigh of relief from Kisame as silence fell over the camp, and Itachi took up his post again while his friend relaxed ready for the comforts of sleep. I waited just until Itachi had sat down, before I lifted my legs and began to beat them loudly against the ground. Instantly Itachi's head snapped up to face me, and Kisame sat up. "I'm going to kill her!!"

"Bring it on Gills!"

"You stupid stubborn girl!"

"Ya big, blue, fish faced piece of walking seafood!"

"I'm a shark!"

"Sharks are fish! Fish!"

"Shark!"

"Fish!"

"Shark!"

"Fish!"

"SHARK!!"

"FIIIIIIIIISH!!"

"Enough!" Itachi growled. It was the loudest I had heard him speak so far, yet it was barely more than the normal level of a persons voice. He moved again, and he was back in front of me. "You didn't keep your promise."

"Ah, correction. I did keep my promise to stop singing. You told me nothing about keeping quiet." I smirked when he realised he had been outsmarted. There was a grudging amount of respect in his eyes for a moment. Him being outsmarted wasn't something that happened very often. I smugly grinned at him.

"You don't leave me a choice here."

I narrowed my eyes at him, just in time to see his dark eyes that the night sky almost obscured turn a bright red. Oh dammit, the sharigan! "Shoot!" I squeaked, trying to tear my gaze away from his. The drowsiness immediatley overtook my limbs, and I felt it very hard to keep my eyes open. "You are no fair at all, damn emo," I grumbled at him, before my head leaned back and induced sleep overtook my senses.


Kisame felt the relief flood his system when finally the girl, Krissy, slumped back. Her breath was quiet, indicating she was in some sort of induced sleep, likely from Itachi's sharigan. Good, he could finally get a few hours of sleep.

Itachi stood up, taking his post again, confirming it. "You can get some sleep now Kisame. She won't wake until at least dawn."

"Why are we taking her with us Itachi? She's obviously just a civilian, and a great nuisance at that. It would be easier if we kill her. In fact, PLEASE can we kill her?"

"No." The reply was firm. "You sensed it as well Kisame. When she fell through that portal in the sky, there was a great amount of chakra surrounding her. The other Akatsuki would be most interested in her."

"Do you think it's demon?" Kisame asked, sitting up a little and facing the sleeping girl. She looked rather sweet now, though that could just be because his eardrums were finally getting a break.

Itachi answered, "No. I'm doubtful she even has chakra of her own. But whatever it is, it's plain obvious that she comes from a strange land. Her speech, her clothing, the way she acts. This portal may lead back to where she comes from, and it's chakra indicates there may be far more powerful things to be collected. Leader may be able to extract any essence of this chakra from her, and use it to open the portal again."

As he settled, he told Kisame, "We shall wait for Leader to interrogate her proparly. Until she lets her guard down. Though with that attitude of hers, it seems like we may not get much out of her in the near future." He paused in silence for a moment. "I have a feeling she's lying about what she knows of the Akatsuki. She may have a dangerous amount of information on us.. though how and why I am unsure of. We have to keep her with us."

Kisame nodded with understanding. "Well whoever this girl is and whatever she knows, she certainly can cause trouble. You may have to keep me from killing her Itachi."

That was if Itachi didn't grow too irritated first. This Krissy knew far too much than he liked. She knew about the Akatsuki, and she knew both Kisame and his names. Sure enough if she knew about the Akatsuki then their names would of course turn up, but the fact was it unnerved him. Surely they hadn't been that slack that even civilians knew about their organisation? And she was a terrible liar, so immediatley he knew her story wasn't holding up.

Whatever she knew, for now at least it would stay locked inside her consciousness as she slept. Kisame was soon enough asleep after two nights travelling with no rest. Sleep was also tugging at Itachi's eyes, but he had to stay awake for even longer now to give Kisame a fair amount of rest, no thanks to their prisonner.

If she tried that again tomorrow night, then maybe Itachi would have to kill her, just to shut her up. He didn't like killing if he could avoid it, but if she ruined his sleep again.... the gloves were off.

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I wonder what sort of gloves Itachi would wear? I'm going to buy him neon pink ones for Christmas then!