Oh my Cupcake-Samas! I'm so sorry for the late update! _ Sadly the next one won't be very soon either, since I'm constantly travelling. HOWEVER! I must really really really thank you for all the reviews, the favourites and follows! It's so motivating and heart warming! I could never have written this much without your support! *spreads arms wide* GROUP HUG! I love you all!~
Also, a little warning - there is a little naughty content in this chapter...
And now for the disclaimer!~ I do not own Naruto! It is the absolutely godly work of art by Masashi Kishimoto-sensei! The only thing I own right now is the Plot-chan and a microscopic writer's block!~

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Shopping had been a success after all. Sakura came back 'home', her arms loaded with groceries and paper bags, which she had set onto the counter in the kitchen. The morning had drifted by pretty peacefully, and she was grateful. The Akatsuki had been revealed to be quite...energetic. Life was going to be harsh on her, and a few minutes to relax were certainly appreciated. The medic stretched and headed towards the bedroom corridor, in search of her own room.

However she had forgotten where it was.

...shit. This meant that she had to to duel with the god of luck again.

Or perhaps not, since she knew where Hidan's room was, and so tried tracing her steps back. Third door on the left, she remembered, and walked back to her room. However once she opened the door, she realised she wasn't alone.

"Finally, Cherry, un!" A certain blonde's voice resonated through her otherwise empty bedroom. There he sat, the explosive artist, at the corner of Sakura's bed. Fuck, this could only mean trouble...

The pinkette frowned visibly as she stood at the entrance.

"Can I help you with something?" She glanced at his face, decorated with a confident smirk. "If it's the money you're after, I still haven't found a job, but I'll have the money for you soon!"

"I don't want your money, un." He chuckled deeply. "I want you. And I want you screaming my name, un." He rose from the bed and advanced towards her. She was frozen in place, despite wanting to retreat and slam the door behind her. What on earth was wrong with him?!

"I don't think so!" Sakura's hands clenched into fists and set up a firm guard. "I'll pay you back with the proper amount of Ryo and nothing else!" Deidara slammed his hand on the wall just above her head in such a possessive manner that the kunoichi's heart skipped a beat.

"You'll like it, un." He grinned, and soon, his hands were all over her.

Her breath hitched, and she wanted to struggle, but she couldn't. Her muscles were tense and paralysed. His skillful fingers flew under her shirt and into her skirt. Touching. Caressing. Stroking. Rubbing.

It started out as an uncomfortable tickle, but it didn't last long. Pleasure stirred underneath the icy mask she had set up. Sparks of goodness flew now and then, just when he brushed past the right places. And then it intensified. The blonde had been attentive, and had watched Sakura's reactions, especially when he managed to hit the spots which made her bite her tongue in attempt to stop the groans. Her breathing was becoming something like panting, and she was regrettably losing control of her feelings.

Before she knew it, her body was betraying her. It was screaming with lust. Her skin was flushed, her mouth was wide open, and her legs were wobbly. Her hands clutched at Deidara's shoulders for support while he continued his pleasuring. Fuck, it was too much. The pinkette's feelings were going sky high, and she couldn't stay quiet. It was so good, he made her rise into a state of such bliss, even her hips were leaning into his deadly touch.

"Ahh...right- right there!" She threw her head back. He had found her sweet spot, and right now, every time his finger rubbed against that precise place, she felt herself growing closer and closer to climaxing. "Hn... Oh god...yes..."

"That's right, don't hold back, un..." Only a few more deep strokes were needed before she felt herself clench, and a powerful of wave of pleasure, better than anything before, hit her. Her whole body trembled violently, her back arched, and she had no choice but to let go of her dignity at this point.

"D-Deidara..!"

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There she was, sprawled across her bed, still recovering from her orgasm. The explosive artist had left her alone, and it was darn good he did, because if not, she would have permanently deformed his face.

Right now, she had trouble deciding whether she should feel humiliated or angry. Or both. That shameless man had just made her come...Effortlessly. And you loved it! Inner taunted. She buried her face into her pillow, grunting with frustration. She wanted to complain, but at the same time, that might just aggravate the whole situation. So she did nothing, and didn't leave her room before lunchtime.

During this time, she considered reporting the situation so far to Tsunade-sama. She knew their approximate location, but...nothing else. She rubbed her temples. This just goes shows how much work she's been doing. Practically nothing.

Maybe some sparring matches, or training could do the trick. Or even going out for dinner, if that's possible...She shook her head, scolding herself for thinking such absurdities. The whole Akatsuki eating at a restaurant?! Who was she kidding? Well they did all play Sing star... Inner shrugged, despite grinning mischievously. Sakura didn't want to know what she was thinking. I'll ask them after lunch, but knowing them, they should be fine. She had been pleasantly surprised at their easygoing attitude, she remembered, so she wasn't too worried.

But would it really be that easy to build a trustworthy bond with them? Impossible. She was sure that some of the members were hiding deep secrets of some sort, and she vowed to uncover them.

Her thoughts slowly drifted towards Uchiha Itachi. The whole mess with him and his little brother had been more or less cleared, and Sasuke was now back in Konohagakure, but something was still off. Why the hell was he still in the Akatsuki? He sure as hell was a great addition to the organisation, but he didn't have anything to do here, did he? Unless she was overlooking something...

And how about Pein-sama? Why were him and Konan still leading this organisation? They had given up on the tailed beasts, so what kept them together?

The pinkette popped herself up on her forearms. She had so many unanswered questions floating around her mind right now, and found it hard to concentrate, so she got up and decided to take a stroll outside and see if anyone was up for a sparring match.

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The terrain outside of the Akatsuki base was plain, but it was large, and numerous trees were scattered around in a circle, creating a large clearing, perfect for training. The weather was unusually heavy and moist, with large clouds gathered in the sky up ahead. It was the type of weather where no wind blew, and the air was hot and suffocating. Hell yeah! We could definitely use a challenge! Inner raised her fist. To Sakura's disappointment however, nobody was around, leaving her alone in the middle of the desolate plain.

Of course, this didn't stop her from running a few laps around the wide circle of trees, doing a couple of sit-ups, and performing some of her favourite stretching exercises. Nothing better than a good warm-up before kicking some ass! Inner snorted. Kick who's ass? The trees? Oh they're sure to make an epic opponent-

"Oh! If it isn't our little Cherry! All alone and clueless." Zetsu popped his head out of the trunk of the tree he was in. The pink-haired kunoichi stopped her exercises and spun around to find the bipolar plant grinning back at her.

"Perfect timing, Zetsu!" She bowed politely, hiding her faint smirk. "You wouldn't mind sparring with me, would you?" Sakura cracked her knuckles and bounced on her toes a little, preparing for combat. He seemed mildly surprised at the offer, but willingly accepted. His darker side seemed to agree for once.

"How about I start off with a thousand shadow clones?" He stepped out of his tree and stood a few meters away from the pinkette. "I'll make them extra aggressive, so it'll test your reflexes, endurance and speed...and you will undoubtedly die."

"Bring it on!" Her hands were now lined with the most concentrated chakra she could muster. This was her time to relieve all of the stress and excess energy she had built up during these past few hours. Soon, the green-haired plant-man positioned his fingers to create the proper handsign before shouting out "kage bunshin no jutsu!" and setting lose a wave of the copies of Zetsu. They barely gave her a time to blink before running towards her, twisted grins plastered across their faces. The kunoichi stepped back a little and grabbed a handful of senbon, hurling them at the nearer clones, who instantly disappeared. Yeah, they have absolutely no resistance, but they have strength – and hell, there are 1000 of them!

She grunted and decided that individual dispelling wouldn't do the trick, and an area move would be preferred. Her fists radiated with accumulated chakra. She let the crowd of clones gather closely around her, and soon, her fist collided with the hard rock down below, and sent a powerful tremor across the whole surface, shattering the stone to splinters.

"SHANNARO!" Her war cry resonated through the training grounds. The impact had also destroyed quite a few of the clones, clearing some space for the pinkette. But they kept on coming, and she had no choice but to go for another punch again.

Too distracted by the front, Sakura committed a terrible mistake. She forgot the back, and found herself with a kunai digging into her flesh. She cried out in pain, staggering, and losing her focus completely. This gave the rest of the clones an opening, and suddenly, she found herself on the ground, kicks flying into her stomach, and blood seeping out from her lips.

"...Ghh..." She groaned. Pathetic! I'm so pathetic! What the hell has happened to my reflexes!?...NO! YOU AIN'T GIVIN' UP, OUTER! GET UP AND BEAT THEM TO A PULP! Inner scolded her, throwing a flurry of energetic punches into the air. Oh hell no! Don't worry, I'm not that weak!

Her body trembled in anger as she heard Zetsu's disappointed sigh and bitter laugh. "Maybe she wasn't as great as we thought. All bark and no bite." Sakura's hand reached over for the kunai embedded in her lower back, and with a sharp tug, she yanked it out. She clenched her teeth as more blood flowed out of her wound, and she slowly stood up,

"I'm not done yet!" Her fist connected with one of the clones' skull with a sickening crack, hurling him back in recoil and making him vanish in a cloud of smoke. "Don't you dare go easy on me!" Adrenaline rushed through her veins, and soon, she threw herself at the crowd, inflicting so much damage that the original Zetsu had no choice but to stand there, stunned. There was so much determination in her eyes, so much power in those tiny hands...truly shocking. He was about to hide himself in the crowd and complicate the fight for her, but a tiny part of him hesitated. Multiple facets of his personality clashed for a few seconds, making his head ache a little. Not a good sign, but it didn't take long for him to recover, and soon, he was camouflaged within the huge group of clones.

All of his lookalikes caused enough of a commotion to allow him to sneak up behind her. He was so curious that as he leaned towards her, shuriken between his two forefingers, he took her scent in. Unlike what he thought, she didn't smell like delicate cherry blossoms. She smelled like cheap, minty toothpaste and a little like sweat mingled with strong deodorant. A very typical morning smell. Nevertheless, this seemingly perfectly normal smell had a youthful and refreshed feel to it, reminding Zetsu of how innocent and inexperienced she actually was. His heart clenched in response to the torrent of unknown feelings swarming in his mind. Not good. He shook his head, ashamed of the sudden weakness. That's right, he couldn't let himself be distracted, he was her colleague in the Akatsuki and possible team mate, but nothing else.

He couldn't allow himself to begin liking that fiery personality of hers.

Otherwise he might really fall for her.

Unacceptable.


This is it for chapter 4 then!~ I hope you're enjoying it so far, and don't forget to tell me if there's a lemon you really really want...though I have the first one already planned out, I certainly don't count on making it the only one! *pervy grin*
Pasta la vista!~