By now I cannot stop writing! ^^

There is smut in this chapter, beware.

Itachi: *Rolls eyes

Me: *Smacks Itachi for being rude

Itachi: *Pulls out sword while I run for my life

Me: PLEASE REVIEW!!

Recap: There was my sword, I knew it, sitting on a table delicately-like it could shatter to pieces at any second. Something about it told me it held a secret. A secret I would find out, even if I had to die to know, so be it.

I stumbled to it, grasping the hilt and sliding it off, not before giving it a once over and seeing it held no importance. The dull light in the corner of the room sent a gleam off of the sword, my sword. I flipped it over, staring at it intently.

Then, something caught my eye. Running along the side were engravements. I had to squint just to read them, a pained sob slipped quietly from my lips, I could feel Sasori's gaze on my back as I held it up closer.

To my blossom, for I will always protect you from harms way, I love you. Always and forever, -----

I couldn't read who it was from, someone had scratched the last word, or name, out. I clenched the sword so hard a felt the skin break from my hands and ooze onto it. I didn't care. My secret was gone forever. I couldn't remember the man who loved me, why did my heart pound this way when I read it? Who was he?!

"Sakura! Sakura are you okay? It'll be okay, I promise" Jade eyes, red blurs, sand.

-NORMAL POV-

It replayed over and over in her head, she could hear the voice-deep and fluent, smooth as silk. She knew she would recognize him dead on if she met him in person. Those eyes..

Sakura awoke from her thoughts as Sasori's hand rested on her shoulder, squeezing gently. He hated the agonizing look in her eyes, the wetness on her face. He didn't know if it was a dream or not, feeling all of the emotion at once: sympathy, sadness, love..love? Is that really what that was? 'Love..'

She put the sword back and walked slowly towards the door, keeping her eyes shadowed. She was truly alone, in a place where she knew she didn't belong, and her friends were dead. How weak could she possibly be?

Sasori tugged on her arm once more, pulling her in the opposite direction. They were coming up to two giant doors, there was shouting and laughter coming from the inside. Fear pricked her nerves, what if these people didn't like her too? Were they all like Zetsu?

"Where are we going?" He pushed open the door without answering, and she was rewarded with stares from all directions. "Do they always have to stare?" She sighed in annoyance, following him to the tables.

"Well hello there pinky! I remember you from before!" The blue skinned nose-bleeding man from before shouted, patting a seat next to him. Sakura chanced a glance at Sasori, but he had the 'I don't care about life' look on at the moment, so she plopped down with a huff.

An arm circled her waist, pulling her towards the blue man. She wrinkled her nose in disgust, he smelled like beer and blood. Smacking his arm away, she scooted to the end of the table and propped her head up with her palm. Could this get any worse?

"HI!! I'm Tobi and Tobi is a very good boy!" A man-er-boy screamed into her ear before hopping onto the table. 'I guess so..' She felt another headache coming on, as if she hadn't had enough already! Tobi seemed nice though, at least she'd have one friend in this hell hole.

"Hi Tobi, I'm Sakura, why are you on the table?" After I said that, a fork embedded itself into Tobi's back, making him scream way way too high-pitched, like a girl. Sakura covered her ears in pain. Tobi was cry silently and she reached over and plucked it out of his back, pressing her hand to the mark and healing it with a light green glow.

Everyone gasped, giving her the famous stare again. She groaned and slammed her head on the table, then crying out and rubbing her forehead, she looked at the crack in the table and sweatdropped.

"Sakura-chan is very pretty!" Tobi was smiling, so Sakura forced one to appear. He clapped his hands and gathered her up in a hug. There goes that same growl from before..

"O-oh well thanks, Tobi-kun" She stepped away from him and headed to the door once again before something hit her in the back, making her swing around. "Who threw that" She put on her best death glare as she held up the fork. Everyone pointed to Kisame, who giggled. He was drunk.

In a flash she was ontop of him, knocking him clear off the table seat. She charged her fist with chakara, ready to slam it into his face, but was pulled off and wrapped securely in strong arms she knew all too well.

"Oh so NOW you care," She bit out, turning around to face him in his arms. Sakura realized they were close, very close as in molded together, and she could feel something else too, something large. Anger was replaced by embarrassment, her face heating into a red shade. Sasori was staring at her intently, desire shining in his eyes.

"Kisame, we will not eat here until you can control yourself, you idiot." Sasori shot him a look, the pulled Sakura along back to his room with a magically appearing try of food. Sakura waved and smiled to Deidara and Zetsu as she left, making the rest of the males glare at them with jealousy. Oh yes, she was the shiny new toy, and everyone wanted to test her.

After Sasori shut the door, he shoved the tray to in front of her. She shoved it back with a huff, turning her head. He growled his famous growl, cupping her chin and turning her head back, her skin was like porcelain. She glared at him as he held a spoon up, it was lima beans.

"Like hell I'm eating that you bastard!" She held her glare against his, but it was much more powerful. 'How much practice has he had..?!' He ran his hand down to her chest, making her gasp in surprise, then he took the chance to shove the spoon in her mouth and held it shut-pinching her nose.

She held her breath for a solid two minutes, to his amazement, but she couldn't stand the taste of the spoon in her mouth anymore, so she swallowed and growled at the now smirking redhead. "Do you always have to act like such an asshole all the time?" He muttered bitterly, knowing full well he could hear. Sasori leaned closer, she could feel his breath on her face, it smelled like mint and cinnamon.

"How would you like me to act, then?" He questioned her. Her heart fluttered as he grazed his hand over her smooth skin, tracing her leg.

"Like this?" Sakura let out the ragged breath she'd been holding when he bent forward to place various feather-light kisses under her ear, trailing them down to her collar bone. She gripped the sheets in her hands, he noticed.

"Or is this what you want?" He nipped and bit and different spots on her neck, earning a gasp. She closed her eyes tightly, trying to block him and the feelings burning inside her out completely. Sasori noticed this, too.

He pressed himself against her, and she could feel all of him in between her legs, she had subconsciously widened. She inwardly cursed her lack of control of her body. He switched to her opposite leg and side of neck, giving the neglected parts the same treatment.

"If you want me to stop so badly, flower, your wish is my command," He whispered huskily against her pastel skin. She shivered under his warm skin against hers, accidentally grinding against him in the process.

Sakura opened her mouth in protest, but no words came forth. A small whimper flowed past her parted lips instead, making his member pulse. She jumped as she felt it, making his smirk widen even more as he bit down on her skin again.

"Sa-Sa…Sasori.." She breathed out heavily as her eyes closed, feeling as though they had been dipped in cement.

"Hn?" His kisses journeyed lower, to the beginning of the laced top she was wearing, she had forgotten how revealing her clothing was and blushed a shade deeper.

"We n-need.." The breathy voice crept back to her full lips. He started to suck on her sensitive spot, making her tilt her head to the side, giving him more access. "mmm"

"Yes?" She was losing the battle, but she wouldn't lose the war! He suckled harder, making her moan once more.

"To…st-stop," Sakura finally squeaked out, breathless, and eyes full of want and desire. Desire for the red-locked man torturing her.

The warmth on her body- his mouth and hands-left her instantly, leaving her cold and disappointed. She immediately regretted her choice. Her face was still flushed as her chest rose with the hard breaths she was taking. He sat cross legged on the opposite side of the bed now, smirking at her hands smugly. She brought them to her face, flinching as she noticed how white they were from clenching the sheets to hard.

"You're a jerk!" Sakura pointed an accusing finger his way, making him smirk wider. She layed on her back and took her shoes off, 'accidentally' chucking them at his head which he, of course, caught with ease and dropped them to the floor. She covered her blushing face with her arms.

"If you didn't like it, tell me," He replied, crossing his arms over his chest.

"I-I…I'm not going to answer to you!" Sakura shot back, making him glare at her denial.

"Tell me, onna,"

"No way, you ass, you don't deserve the satisfaction," She muttered loud enough for him to hear her.

His weight was on hers in an instant, she could feel every part of him bearing down onto her. He used his hand to pin her arms over her head so he could look into her eyes, which gave her away completely. The smug look was back. She squirmed against him, only grinding into his manhood on accident again, and feeling him pulse against her inner thigh.

He leaned closer, eyes closing.

His lips moved against hers in and unknown rhythm, she couldn't resist anymore and kissed him back, hesitant at first. He placed his hand upon her thigh, moving her leg so it wrapped around his hips. The other one imitated the first. They grinded together in synchronization, a throaty moan coming from Sakura and a groan from Sasori. She had only one layer on clothing separating them from what they both craved.

He reached down to grasp her black lacey panties, courtesy of Deidara, and was about to rip them off when the door slammed open revealing the artist himself with a nosebleed, making Sakura shriek in horror.

"I COULD HEAR YOU FROM MY ROOM, YEAH!" His nosebleed gushed as he stared as the flushed Sakura, a crowd was gathering behind him.

Sorry it was a tad bit too long, I got carried away ^^ R&R!