The day was cold and grey. Rain splattered agianst the window as the blonde haired woman added a few drops of Itachi's blood, which she had acquired earlier, into several glass tubes. She stopped and stretched, raising her arms above her head. She had been sitting at her work bench for several hours, checking for every type of poison she could think of. So far, nothing....

She looked over at Itachi, for some reason she had been doing that a lot lately. She turned back to her work, adding a drop of different substances into each tube. All of them reacted in some way, changing a color, or starting to fizz... She sighed in frustration.

Blood was predictable when it came to poisoning. If a dead body has been poisoned, then the blood has been saturated in it, and wont react to it again. However, if another poison has been added to the same blood, it will react. So when the blood does nothing, she knows what poison was used to kill him.

The only problem was, she had gone through every poison she could think of. She leaned back in her chair, and ran a hand through her white blonde locks, glaring at the cealing.

"Fuck.." she muttered to herself. Her glowing green orbs landed on the raven haired body for at least the 15th time. What the hell happened to him? It gnawed at her mind, like a puzzle.

It had been days since she talked to Pein. She noticed the thick layer of dust collecting over his skin. She sighed again and stood, walking into the bathroom, and came back with a wet towel. As much as she disliked the man, his body didn't deserve to be filthy.

As she cleaned his skin, she started to sing a soft tune. It was simple, something like a lullaby, but beautiful all the same. It was a song that her mother used to sing to her, it always calmed her down.

Her song grew louder as she moved up to clean his face. Dabbing the wet rag over his angular jaw, up to his high cheek bones. Moving over his forehead and up, sweeping over his raven locks to free them of the white particles.

Suddenly, and horrifically, she felt her cheeks grow hot.

'NO!' she thought angrily at herself. 'I can't be blushing at him!?'

All her life he spent his time trying to beat her. Of course she thought he was attractive, he was the most beautiful man she had ever layed eyes on. But his obsessive need to be better then her, drove her nuts. He just couldn't accept the fact that there was someone stronger then he was. To be honest, she thought it was sad...

Although maybe she was giving herself to much credit. There were a few occasions where he had beat her during training, but his cocky attitude afterward only fueled her hatred for him.

She glared down at his body, thinking about to those rare times where he had defeated her. He would stand over her with that infamous smirk on his face, like he was a god or something.....

As she stared at him, something caught her eye. She leaned forward, squinting, to get a closer look. No good...

She grabbed her scope and put it on. Flipping the switch she examined both his eyes.

"No way..." She muttered allowed. There, just around the outer rim of his obsidian iris, was a milky purple ring. It was almost invisible, but the way the grey light from the window reflected off his eyes, made it shine just ever so slightly.

She took off her scope and threw it aside in shock. She grabbed his face, leaning over him, her eyes wide with disbelief.

"Your still alive.... aren't you?"

"Where's Pein?"

Everyone turned and stared at her in surprise. She had snuck up on them for the second time. Her lack of chakra unnerved them, to the fullest extent. Yet she had a the stealth that a Jonin possessed.

They all eye'd her clothing, except for Kisame. It was rather casual from the last time they saw her. Black sweatpants and a bright red cotton tee-shirt, she didn't even put on shoes. Her mask, however, was still in place, like always. Her long white blonde locks pulled back into a messy ponytail.

"What did you find out?" Sasori asked, he did particularly care about Itachi, but the woman was agitated; it made him curious.

"Something that may or may not concern all of you, now one of you go get him," she ordered. Hidan got up to do as she asked, with much disdain. But as he passed Kisame he bent down grinning and whispered into the blue mans ear-

"Your right man, she has a fucking SWEET little body!"

He whispered it loud enough for everyone to hear, but the woman ignored him. She was far to busy pacing around the room, her arms crossed, her fingers tapping against her elbows, her bare feet padding on the wooden floor.

Pein and Hidan returned.

"What's going on?" The red haired man asked. She turned, her head whipping in his direction.

"He's alive!" she deadpanned. Everyone stared at her in shock.

"Are you sure?" Pein asked. She nodded.

"That's impossible!" Kisame barked. "I checked his pulse, he was definitely dead."

"Indeed," she replied, not really listening to him. As she sat down in the empty armchair, she pulled out of her pocket, a small vial filled with a dark purple liquid. "He was poisoned. With this."

"What is it?" Pein asked. Stepping forward to get a closer look.

Deidara, who tore his glare away from the woman, looked over at Sasori. The puppet master's eyes were shining, glittering even.

"Dokueki no Kumo..." He muttered, a ghostly smile gracing his lips. The woman cocked her head in his direction.

"You know it?"

"I have heard of it, yes," he replied, not taking his eyes off it. "Though I dont know very much."

She gestured for him to continue. He closed his eyes.

"All I know is that it is a venom that comes from a rare demon spider. Said to take effect almost instantaneously."

"Correct," she agreed. "The spider demon uses it to incapacitate it's prey. It essentially cryogenically freezes the body, without the joy of extreme cold. It preserves the body exactly as it was, before it was stung. It makes for rather effective poison darts. The beauty of it, though, is that it doesn't knock the victim unconscious. They're, not only, awake, but they can still hear and feel pain as well. But they cant do anything about it. It's beautiful really, watching their friends and family mourn their death and then laying helpless as they get buried alive. Hm, I can only imagine what was going through the minds of those who were cremated."

Her voice was sadistically husky. Pein had a his hand pressed to his mouth, a deep frown on his face.

"So what the hell does this have to do with us, yeah?" Deidara asked, a bored look on his face. As much as the situation interested him, he thoroughly hated this woman. Just something about her made his skin crawl. And the fact that she knew him, and wouldn't tell, made him even more angry. Who the hell was she?

"There is a group of demons that specifically harvest this venom. Although they are low level nothings, they don't attack at random. They were threatened by Itachi, and will most likely come after you."

"But we've never even heard of them," Pein replied.

"Most people don't... But they will surely come after you. I suggest you keep your guard up from now on."

"Can you revive Itachi?" Hidan asked.

"Certainly," she replied, nonchalantly, as if it were nothing. Pein's face dropped into a blank stare.

"How much?" he asked. If she didn't have a mask on, he knew he would see a smirk on her face.

"The usual price."

"Fine, I'll have it sent to you," he said with a scowl and walked out of the room. She stood up to see Sasori still staring at the venom in her hand. His eyes alight with desire. She tossed it to him, who caught it with ease.

"Happy Birthday..." she said standing up from her chair.

"Your giving it to me?" he questioned with suspicion. She turned to leave, not looking at him.

"I have no use for it.." she replied and stopped. She looked over her shoulder at Deidara, who was still glaring at her. "Didn't I tell you to show some respect, brat?"

"That's IT, yeah!!" he shouted, leaping from his seat. "I am tired of this bitch!"

Everyone stood as he threw himself at her, a fist aimed for her face. She ducked under his arm with incredible speed and disappeared.

"Huh?" he blinked, where did she go? Suddenly his feet were kicked out from underneath him and he landed on his stomach. With a growl he made to get up, until a heavy weight landed on his upper back.

He looked up to see a smirk on everyone's face, Hidan and Kisame were close to laughing. Looking to his left and right, he saw her bare feet...

Upon realizing that she was sitting on him he began to struggle and let out a string of colorful words.

She relaxed and crossed her arms, putting her elbows up on her bent knees.

"Now see this why you don't pick fights with people who are stronger then you..." she drawled, the humor very clear in her voice.

"Fuck you!" he grunted, continuing to struggle. "God I hate you so much, yeah...."

"You fucking moron, you brought it upon yourself!" Hidan chuckled bending down to his level to poke him in the nose.

"He'll never learn..." sasori sighed, having had enough of their foolishness and sat back down.

"Actually come to think of it," she remarked, looking down at their situation. "This seems awfully familiar...."

"What are you talking about?!" he barked, thoroughly pissed off from his face being smashed into the carpet.

"What im talking about, oh' angry one, is that we've been in this situation before. Though I suppose you were to young to remember... Maybe i'll have to remind you by giving you a wedgie up to your shoulders and shoving a clump of dirt down your throat!" She laughed at his stunned expression.

Kisame and Hidan were clinging to each other to keep themselves from falling with laughter.

"Sango....?" Deidara whispered from underneath her.

"Yes, dearest baby cousin of mine?" she replied in a false innocent voice. Hidan, Kisame, and Kakuzu all shouted in surprise from the new information.

"COUSIN?!" Sasori just raised an eyebrow.

'Hmm, wasn't expecting that one...this should prove interesting..." he thought to himself as the boys started yelling.