This is getting interesting, the paragraphs seem to be getting longer with every post. Remember this is years later after Sakura's capture because I doubt Sakura would saddle with the enemy immediately. Oh well I like writing this either way.
Side- A person or group opposing another or others in a dispute or contest.
It was strange really, how this worked out. She never planned any of it. So as Sasuke's head rolls away and she's the one who killed him it almost seemed like she intended to do such a thing. And as she punches the ground, upsets Naruto's sense of gravity as Kisame takes a successful amount of chakra away, it almost seems like this was what she wanted from the beginning. And as the kunai is flung across the shoulder of Konan and implants itself efficiently into the skull of Sai you have to wonder if this was intentional. Truth be told it wasn't. Sakura always told herself that she would always be loyal to Konoha, she would always love Sasuke and she would always be on the side of good. But it took her years of captivity to see that...there are no sides.
No good people and no evil people and what they tell you in the academy is the sugarcoated version of a shinobi's life. They don't tell you how long a shinobi lives. They don't tell you that your life is a mean's to an end. They don't tell you that your life is theirs and they can send you on a suicide mission on a whim. Sakura found that she no longer wanted anything to be sugarcoated, she no longer wanted her life to be in someone else's hands. So as Yamato falls to the ground, his head laying limply from his shoulders by a chunk of meat. Sakura wonders absently why or how she came to like the honest killers instead of the justifying ones. But as Pein jumps down behind her wrapping her comfortably in his arms, she finds she doesn't care because all she has, started right here. Stay with me Pein.
Tact- Adroitness and sensitivity in dealing with others or with difficult issues.
"I made the damn thing and you didn't bother helping! Get your fins off it shark boy!" "Yeah right you pixie dusted freak it's mine!" "FREAK! Let me tell you something at least I'm not BLUE!" "Well you know what? I--" Sakura slammed the kitchen door clear off the hinges, straight into the living room wall and finally bursting through the wall of Itachi's room. A holy shit could be heard as Deidara leapt back, holding a hand to his heart at the scare. Zetsu and Sasori, off too probably get some supplies, looked straight through the living room wall at two silent Akatsuki members and one very pregnant Sakura.
Shaking their heads and muttering to each other incoherently they continued on their way as Deidara took off running to parts unknown. Sakura storming up to the two of them, snatched the chocolate on chocolate chip muffin from their hands. She held it up for both of them to see before talking. "I'm pregnant!" Both nodded their heads, weary of any conversation that starts off like this. "Yes Sakura." "I'm pregnant with not only one baby but TWO! I can't sleep at night without sweating like guys at the gym! I roll over and the heat gets too me SO BAD that I can't sleep! And finally when I do get sleep after hours of deprivation what do I hear! You assholes arguing!!"
Sakura fuming and red cheeked, looked from the seven foot Kisame and the six foot something Konan (which both stood taller than her six foot one frame) and actually made them fear for their safety. She leaned in close and seemingly calm as she talked. "One question, and you better get this right. Who's muffin is this?" Kisame gulped. "Umm...not ours?" Sakura laughed rather psychotically before she disappeared down the hall. "Maybe it's the hormones?" Kisame nodded dumbly. "Maybe."
Itachi took the opportunity to poke his head out of the newly made hole in his wall. "She'll want more than one you know. It'd be in your best to have more on hand." Then he took off more than likely targeting something wooden to use for repairs. Konan and Kisame looked at each other for several seconds before both began gathering ingredients for an insane amount of muffins, and they agreed on one thing. Who ever said pregnancy was peaceful, was lying out there ass.
Ultra- An extremist who holds radical views on the world discerned from their actions.
The Akatsuki are full of extremists. It has two equally insane artists, one who likes blowing up everything possible and the other who likes to turn humans into puppets. Akatsuki has a man who has lived for decades more than what is considered normal. Then there's a man who can't even die, a man who has no feelings, two men who sacrificed their appearance for strength. A woman who fairly easily could have done worse, a man who has yet too show his true identity and then there's their leader.
A man full of piercings, eyes with multiple pupils, who for whatever reason wished too take over the whole of the Shinobi world, and succeeded. From the outside it would appear that the Akatsuki was full of extreme people with extreme views doing extreme things, but from the inside. Sakura walks through the hallways, hands clasped behind her back, her summer dress fitting comfortably around her much slimmer form. Looking into one room she sees Deidara and Kisame having a drinking contest while a very sober Tobi cheers them both on.
In another room Zetsu tends to some chrysanthemums, the brightly colored bunch of perennial flowers blowing in the cooling wind of the open window. Sasori tweaks another bolt into his current puppet's arm before continuing on about what art truly is and quietly arguing about the uselessness of flowers. Zetsu smiles before retorting back that some things are better when they don't last very long. Sasori snorts and the argument continues even as Sakura keeps walking. Passing into the living room she sees Itachi and Konan playing a quiet game of shogi, with remarkably Itachi without his sharingan on and Konan without her signature flower.
Peeking over the kitchen counter Sakura sees Kakuzu busily scratching his chin in frustration while trying to balance the Akatsuki's expenses, while Hidan polishes his scythe across from Kakuzu. And as she steps out of the building and onto the roof where Pein sits on his statue, she steps up behind him and remarks quietly. "Akatsuki's full of extremists." Quizzically Pein looks up at her before helping her into his lap, she rests against him and he wraps his arms around her. "Extremists huh?" She nods her head and looks up at the clouded sky.
"That's what they tell you back in the shinobi villages. And we as ninjas believe that it's true because all we see is the violent nature of battle and war." Pein nods and listens because he didn't become the greatest criminal leader on strength alone. "It's understandable, because on the field you see your teammates get hurt and killed and you can only resent the ones who did that." Pein still remains quiet because curiosity was present in his mind. "But as ninjas we forget that the ones we fight, the people we kill, are human. We forget that they go home, nurse their wounds and feel everything that humans do."
Pein intertwines their hands together and he sighs before kissing the top of her head. "It's natural, it's human nature to forget things or just plain out ignore them. Someone hurts us we hurt them and we belittle their existent just so we can sleep at night." This time Sakura nods her head and Pein turns her head to look him in the eye. "Always remember this, it is the ignorance of others that brings to them fear. You have seen the human side of Akatsuki and you are fortunate to see something as vulnerable as our human sides." She nodded before he kissed her and they rested together in silence. From all I've lost and all I've gained I can't determine what was the right path for me to take, but as long as I live and Pein is at my side it will always be right, to me...for me.