"Show me compassion and I'll show you pain…"

Between the suffocation of thick manor wall, under watch by monster red eyes, Haru Kanna could not escape her nightmares.

"ELIMINATE ALL!" Roars shook the land as did the combat skills of rock shinobi. What the foreigners had thought would be an uncomplicated massacre of the Haru clan members, turned out to be an all out battle within the terra incognita, Kusa no Kuni. At this moment it was difficult to really see which side was closer to victory.

It could be beyond the imagination of those who weren't there, of those who didn't see the peaceful compound of homes and flowers suddenly alter into the scene of a botanical hell. Monstrous floral beasts raised their budded heads to the sky, as toxic fumes dropped from their mouths and dropped rival shinobi like flies.

Now the ground shook and trembled to the calls of foreign shinobi. Earth opening up, the entire village square was suddenly sucked into the ground and swallowed in one gluttonous glomp. Numerous blips of black shot out of the smoke and rubble in pursuit of a quick moving kegare member. Haru Kanna's body was even aching by now and her morale had dropped greatly. It had happened so quick, the Haru clan had a great advantage on home territory, an even greater advantage with their bloodline trait. But the tables turned so unexpectedly.

Stepping off of gate pikes, sliding beneath home foundations and scurrying across bloodstained roads, the girl's chest heaved with exhaustion. She couldn't outrun them for long, not with such a low chakra gage. "Where are the reinforcements?" she spat angrily. All the support from the village was nowhere in sight.

She stopped at the corner of a deserted street, darkened by the late morning. Not even more than five seconds did she stand at a still, when the earth beneath her began to quake. Numerous spots of chakra pulsed beneath the soil, as rock shinobi boxed her in.

Breath becoming rapid, sweat glazing the innards of that kabuki mask, Kanna would not allow them to attack her tired form first. She rooted her stance and a line of hand seals began to play out. Serpent, rabbit, ox, tiger, serpent… Though the rock shinobi submerged themselves beneath the earth in a defense strategy, they weren't going to be safe for long.

"Kanna!" a familiar male voice crossed over a body littered alley way, just at the moment the female Haru was about to unleash her Ninjutsu. She turned her head in a reflex, trying to find the bearer of that voice. And in just that instant of hesitation, it left Haru Kanna open to attack.

"Hurry! Stop her before she finishes the seals!"

Earth bursting open, two rock shinobi became airborne and unseen to Kanna, the metal of a kunai glinted in the night atmosphere. One quick movemen, and that kunai went shooting straight towards the distracted kegare. "What the - ?" SLAM! The kunai impacted with Kanna's forehead, sending her stumbling back into the wreckage of a home.

Kanna neck sustained serious whiplash from the weapon's impact and now slowly her mask was beginning to fill with her own blood. "Dammit…" she hissed, while bringing her hand up. Feeling for the kunai's handle, she soon located it and pulled it from the dead center of her kabuki mask's forehead.

"We need to take her out by hand, we've ran a shortage in supply," called the rock-nin to his visible comrade. Both of them watched the wreckage of the home, wondering if that kunai to the forehead was precise enough to ease their troubling minds. But no, a shadowed contour moved within the wreckage.

"ACK!" The crack of a ricochet sounded off. Blood splattered back onto the face of one rock shinobi, as his partner desperately slapped and tore at his jaw line. His very own kunai split through the cartilage of his larynx. The rock-nin's fingers eased their grip on the kunai handle, which just barely protruded between his lips. Soon, he just fell dead.

Using the body flick, Kanna appeared behind the second surfaced rock shinobi. "Grass Style: Violent Pulsating Root no Jutsu!" Hands strong in a serpent seal, chakra pumped from her feet and into the soil she stood upon.

The ground began to rumble and every stem, root, and vine submerged in the dirt pulsed with life. The Rock shinobi struck with fear, he tuned to see the kegare staring him down. Roots had exploded upward and wrapped themselves around his wrists, ankles, and neck. Still the Haru held the serpent seal, keeping the jutsu under control. "Tell me, how have you turned the outcome of this battle around? What weapon do you use rock shinobi? Answer, and I'll spare you!" Kanna shouted upward.

Invader held inoperative by the native jutsu, he squirmed and cried for help as the roots tightened their grip about his limbs. "I don't know what you're talking about," he replied curtly.

"Oh really, so I guess my clan just wasn't strong enough to defeat four rock squadrons? I don't think so," Kanna's chakra manipulated the roots allowing more pressure to be asserted as she dealt out access energy.

"Gah!" he yelled between gritted teeth. If the roots squeezed any harder, his head was sure to burst in a bloody mess. Eyes widened, the rock shinobi looked over the Haru's form with pleading eyes, which was a huge mistake because he just gave away his remaining comrades positions.

"Idiot," Kanna scowled beneath her mask.

"Wh-what are you doing?" the rock shinobi watched as the girl pulled her hands apart, extinguishing the serpent seal. Didn't this mean the jutsu would cancel out? No, he still was wrapped in a living web.

"Taking the opportunity you presented to me. No watch as I hang your comrades out for the vultures and crows," her voice fleeted into silence as once again her hands formed seals. "Grass Style: Forest of Bereavement."

Watching in agony and terror, the rock shinobi witnessed hundreds of bamboo shafts shoot up from the soil. With a horrendous metal churning screech, a thick iron gate was literally ripped from some yard as the earth churned. Blood curdling screams that were once muffled were brought to the surface as shinobi now hung like slabs of meat from the tops of the high bamboo shoots.

"Now that you see how serious I am, will you tell me what I want to hear?" Almost as lifeless and emotionless as a machine, Kanna's head snapped away from the repulsive scene, to her captive. She waited for his answer.

Tears streamed down his eyes, but he kept a stiff jaw and a brave glare. "FUCK YOU!"

"How dare you," Kanna replied, absolutely insulted. Growing tired of the rock shinobi, a simple snap of her fingers unleashed the full-extent of the Pulsating Root. Tightening around his wrists, ankles, and neck, the rock-nin's head was the first one to go, as it burst and splattered brain matter everywhere. Soon after the roots just tore his corpse limb from limb.

"Kanna!" Again the familiar cry of a fellow grass shinobi. "Kanna-san, I have urgent news, please hear me out!" Yes it was Tsuta, her elder cousin. He had been the one who interrupted her fight and now she had a stinging headache because of him.

Irately she switched her attention from the fleshy mess, to the tall form of her cousin. "Tsuta."

"Amazin kill, you make the clan proud-!" the male Haru was sent flying back as Kanna did a round house kick to his chest. He must have flew twenty feet before hitting the ground, then skidding to a stop as his back met the cold harshness of a cement wall. "Why did you…?"

Kanna sauntered over to him, "You could have got me killed!" she spat angrily. The female Haru pointed to her forehead. The mask had a quarter sized hole right in the center. Blood had oozed out of it, but now was dried and caked.

Tsuta brought himself up, gingerly picking up what little grains of dignity he could find under the shadow of the female Kegare member's ego . "Of course. Forgive me."

"Don't let it happen again," she warned, cleaning the blood from between her fingernails. "What news is there from the front?"

"That's the problem, there is none," voiced Tsuta.

Feet shifting, Kanna's body now completely faced her elder cousin. Beneath the kabuki mask of tribal black markings, her eyes were narrowed. "Explain," she demanded.

"The reinforcements from the village have all been pulled back. We've gotten word that…well, there has been a recent council and it's been decided that the Haru clan is to deal with its own issues," Tsuta was still in shock of the recent news himself. Every shinobi with no Haru blood ties, were taken off of the battlefield.

A suffocating silence descended and Tsuta apprehensively peered up to Haru Kanna. She kept a rigid stance and that mask with its hollow eyes glared lifelessly up at him. The wait for her word, her command and judgment was an agonizing stay.

All of a sudden her right hand gestured out, pointing Tsuta to the wreckage of Kusagakure. "No," she said, disdain oozing from the cracks of her mouth. "If they so wish to pull back the reinforcements like the cowards they are, threaten their families - do whatever it takes and inform Kyuusai-"

Tsuta's heart skipped a beat then, his jaw began to tremble. "My other news is that all remaining clan members are to regroup back at the Earth Deity shrine," he paused. "That was the last order your brother gave before we lost contact with him."

Kanna's chest tightened and she bit her lip, "…what?" That strong, calculated and precise tone of voice quickly deteriorated. Now she just couldn't breathe.


So, it was absolute then. Haru Kanna had arrived at the conclusion that she was going to reside, she was going to pay heed and do whatever it took to keep her and her brother breathing. Even if it meant cooperating with the Akatsuki. Even if it meant, she'd be under Uchiha Itachi's shadow.

There was a loud shattering sound as a glass slipped between Kanna's fingers and fell to the floor. Shards scattered across the tiled surface and at first she just stared at them with this blank expression. But how? How was she going to break out of her shell?

Sharingan eyes stared off into the depth of Earth country, burning holes through whatever timber or rock dared to pass between the crimson sights. At this point, Itachi wanted nothing more than a quiet day. He'd strive for such a day, even if that meant avoiding the pending Akatsuki member, Haru Kanna. She was really the cause of his newest headache and also the throbbing in his shoulder.

'I let my guard down,' he thought, turning his chin down and looking to the discoloring flesh around the hole. Of course he had to let his guard down, how else would Haru Kanna be able to stab a broom stick through his shoulder?

He heard the sound of glass shattering in the kitchen. That clumsy girl was at it again. As if her failed escape wasn't bothersome enough. Now she was going to break all the dishes in the damn manor. "Troublesome girl," he hissed, before looking back out his bedroom window.

After deciding the glass wasn't going to clean itself up, Kanna kneeled down and began to use her hands to cup the glass in a small pile. Yet, she was transfixed by how something so whole could break so easily. If she wasn't so cowardice, if she wasn't so scared to stand up to her captor, she might have a chance of seriously getting away. Damsel in distress screams and squeaks weren't going to get her anywhere.

"But…do I want to go back?" her head teamed with thoughts and instead of using a dust pan to pick up the glass shards, Kanna's pale digits stretched out to grab the glass in a clump. Clinking together, her fist tightened as that anger swelled up once again. Glass crunched in between Kanna's grasp, blood began to ooze from the sides of her fist. "Calm down…just calm down," she whispered while holding her palm out and displaying the jagged cuts as her blood began to dry and new skin stretched over.

"Kanna," Itachi's menacing voice came down and along the hall.

Tossing the bloody shards within the trash, the Haru didn't need to ask what he wanted. So before leaving the kitchen, her digits poked between the bottles in a liquor cabinet.

Going down the manor halls, she questioned Itachi's absence from life. If he was put in charge to recruit her, shouldn't he have explained the motives of Akatsuki to her? "The least he could do is brood a little closer to me," Kanna's skin crawled with the aspect of her very words.

With a sake bottle in hand, she then came to a sudden halt outside of Itachi's room. Fingers poking between the paper-patched doors, Kanna slid them open. She found the Uchiha sitting at the end of his bed, gazing aimlessly out of a window, taking in the view of the outside. Akatsuki cloak tossed over a chair, he was in a pallid purple mesh shirt with matching pants that hung snug around his slender waist.

"Itachi-san," she just wanted to get her task done and hurry out of sharingan's sight. So scuttling towards the Uchiha, Kanna very cautiously placed the sake bottle down on a nightstand. The dark haired man in no way even thanked her. He seemed far too busy scowling.

A bottle of peroxide along with bandages laid by Itachi's right side and at first Kanna didn't understand, but she soon gathered up enough courage to look more at the Uchiha. There was a gaping hole in his shoulder, the same wound she inflicted on him last night. There was silence as Kanna stood staring.

"I don't need you further, leave," ordered Itachi.

The girl was about to turn around and do just that, when her feet suddenly felt heavy with guilt. Itachi had expressed to her the first night they were under the same roof, that if she tried to escape, he'd kill her. No questions asked, Itachi's voice was serious with dangerous truth.

But when she did try and escape, just after stabbing him with a broom shaft, he caught her probably effortlessly. 'And he didn't do it.' Uchiha Itachi didn't kill her. Just that small gesture kept her lingering in his doorway.

"Here, at least allow me to bandage the wound I gave you," Kanna could barely believe the very words which so easily spilled from her lips.

"…," Itachi's head slowly turned, to only allow those sharingan eyes to glare at his captive. The wound? Itachi's mouth pursed as his shoulder once again throbbed painfully. She did more than cause a wound - Kanna stabbed a damn broom stick through his flesh! It was absurd and completely ridiculous. Though, Itachi didn't show it. His face was a blank canvas.

He gave no objective, nor did he give permission. Kanna inhaled deeply then forced her feet to step towards Itachi's bed. She grabbed a towel then dabbed an end of it with peroxide. "May I?" the girl inquired, gesturing if it was okay to sit beside him.

"…," Itachi once again gave no objective or permission.

Haru Kanna lowered her backside onto the bed slowly. What was she afraid of? That Itachi's supposed unpredictable nature might have him lunge at her, or pull a kunai out? Well, she was very wrong. Because Itachi did nothing threateninf at all, he allowed Kanna to sit by him and even allowed her to lean over his frame to grab the hydrogen peroxide bottle. He didn't flinch, nor say a single word.

Towel in hand, Kanna's stomach suddenly knotted up as her palms began to sweat. "Um, excuse me Itachi-san," she spoke timidly. "But, you'll need to remove your shirt."

"…," Exhaling heavily, he abruptly stood up almost startling the girl. Giving her a glower of pity, Itachi's fingers grabbed at the hem of his shirt. In one quick motion he slid the strange top off, exposing the firm muscles of his upper body and abdomen.

Itachi sat back down to watch as Kanna began to unroll the strips of bandages while making sure not to peer too long at him. Still he had yet to see some indication of a fighter in her. When he so cruelly shoved her against that tree, it wasn't even a fist that met his cheek. No, it was a slap, common for any woman.

"You should have tended to it last night. You risked infection and scarring…" said Kanna, dabbing more peroxide on a clean towel end. The girl would just lightly pat the wound, not wanting to further irritate the discoloring skin.

Soon after she shifted her sitting position so more of her body faced Itachi and it was a bit easier for her to bandage him. But once she finished bandaging him, Kanna noticed her own eyes wandering along the curves of Itachi's muscular, lean built frame.

"Scars," Kanna's brown eyes widened. The Uchiha's body was decorated with various sized scars. "Where did you…" her brain must have not been functioning correctly today, cause her hand then leant out to touch a long horizontal scar reaching across his chest. "Where did you get this?"

Itachi felt her cold touch, making his skin quiver with a chill. He didn't move, nor did the Akatsuki member shove the girl's hand away. "…Hunter-nin," he answered tonelessly.

"Oh," was her simple reply. Her fingers didn't stop there. Kanna's curiosity had them softly slide across Itachi's fleshy surface, to the next scar. The Haru didn't understand why she was touching him, touching such a famous killer.

The Uchiha's expression stayed the same, impassive. Yet, he couldn't help but notice Kanna's soft and warm touch. Sharingan eyes eased on the girl's small hands, Itachi's own hand leant out to grip her wrist.

"Wait!" The Haru almost snapped her arm back in surprise when Itachi grabbed at her. "I'm sorry-" she began, but went silent as she noticed the Uchiha gazing curiously to her fingers and palm. Almost like a child, intrigued with the intricate patterns of a butterflies wings. "Um?"

Uchiha Itachi felt a head-shaking disappointment, Haru Kanna had no calluses. Thickened skin caused my repeated pressure and friction; this told him it really had been a while since she fought, since she served time on the shinobi battlefield.

Itachi still had grip on Kanna's wrist. Pressing it to his chest, very slowly he slid Kanna's hand down his abdomen muscles and then stopped just above his navel. The girl's breathing rate had increased and she swallowed hard as she felt the scar tissue pressed to her palm.

"Bounty hunter," he told her.

Itachi's hand opened and he then released Kanna from his grasp. The Uchiha's attention had been drawn back to the window. His shoulder did indeed feel better now that it was cleaned and dressed, though he would not thank Kanna since she had been the fool to inflict it upon him.

The female Haru's body had been quivering the whole time her captor kept her limb to himself. Perspiration beaded along the smooth form of her neck, as she so gently lifted a hand to rub it away.

"You display no scars," came Itachi's calculating tone. His eyes were still on the window.

"Well, at least not on the surface," she spoke nervously. Kanna would have to thank her bloodline limit for that. Surface scarring from a kitchen knife or kunai it didn't matter, nothing would show upon her flesh afterwards.

A heavy gust of wind churned the greenery around outside. Pink blossoms from the Sakura trees began to dance themselves across the window glass. Soon following the heavy wind blew a loud roar from the clouds. Autumn and Winter must have felt they needed to display just one last show of power.

There was an awkward silence between the Uchiha and Haru. Itachi inwardly smirked and found the scene that just played out, to be rather interesting. Here he was sitting on a bed with a broom wound, while the one who inflicted the pain patched him up. Even more intriguing, the Uchiha had not protested by telling Kanna to just leave him the hell alone. 'Pathetic…I pity her.'

"What's going on?" the gust was unnatural.

He didn't turn to her but instead got up to retrieve his top. Why wasn't she leaving him by now? As if his company was any company at all. Yet unknown to Itachi, Kanna did in fact enjoy his company to some degree. He was the only company she had within the manor walls.

Being alone was something Kanna didn't prefer. Even living back as the shrine keeper, Kouji was around, though her little brother was mute company - he was something sort of like Itachi was. The girl felt like a leech, a desperate leech trying to suck company from the Uchiha.

Inhaling deeply the practically transparent top slid back along his frame. "What do you want?" he inquired rather suspiciously. Itachi's back was to Kanna, but he could already see her unsure expression.

Kanna replied a bit more abrupt than she had wanted. "Akatsuki, why did you decide to join?" She hadn't been able to stop herself and she somewhat wished it was possible to actually eat your own words. "I mean…being as formidable as you were before Akatsuki, what need was there in joining a terrorist group after the tailed beasts?"

Itachi had heard the uncertainty in her question. Just like everyone else, she feared him. A scowl slightly curved his lips. It was rare Itachi spoke at all, even to his own partner, Kisame. But here the Uchiha was standing in the presence of a woman he barely knew, speaking.

"Kanna-san," he started calmly. "If I was so formidable, why does my body display scars?"

He was right. Even Itachi had to be a rookie shinobi back then. There had been people stronger than him, shinobi who were probably considered geniuses in their own right. Yet of course they would all soon fall behind the now notorious Uchiha Itachi.

Haru Kanna sat on the bed looking to the rigid form of the man, whose sharingan eyes burned into her once again. How difficult it was to decipher what emotion he was going through…if he had emotions at all. Why was he like this, how could someone be so impassive. Dare she ask him about the slaughtering of his very own clan? No, that was suicide.

Uchiha Itachi and Haru Kanna were locked in gaze but they were broken apart as a heavy gust of wind suddenly pounded into the sides of the manor. Window shutters began to make a most irritating racket. Doors blew wide open, damp leaves danced along the floor and around the bare feet of Itachi. Merely in casual wear, the cold afternoon air didn't seem to bring anything more than a bitter scowl from him as he took his eyes from Kanna. 'What are they doing here?'

Just as quickly as he called to her, Itachi's form then veered around and left her to sit within his room alone. The Haru soon lifted herself from the soft mattress and headed down the halls to secure the windows and doors. After locking a few shutters, Kanna was in mid-process of locking a glass door when another blast of wind sent the door crashing backwards, nearly hitting her.

"Dammit," the girl bit, before making her way out to the deck. By the chaotic atmosphere, it was safe to say a heavy storm was about to hit them hard. Kanna's head cocked back as she peered from under the manor roof. Thick black and gray clouds churned in the sky as if the remnants of a cauldron. A loud crash sounded off and the door Kanna had been striving to shut slammed closed and snapped the glass from the intricate wooden frame.

That's when she saw it - "What the hell is that?" brown eyes wide with astonishment, this massive bird was descending from the terrible skies. At first she thought her eyes were deceiving her, but no. It was coming down fast and its landing pad was to be the front yard.

As the creature quickly descended down, the Haru had lost complete sight of it. So scurrying around the manor sides, she was able to locate it in the predicted landing spot. Wings still flapping, the window shutters banged against the thick manor walls.

Peeking from behind a wall, Kanna was able to make sense of the large bird. It was simply chakra infused with some substance; most likely clay. With a closer look, she saw two bodies stir on the false bird's back. A large looking man with a mysterious blue skin tone and one seriously disfigured face. He had been the first to dismount. Soon after, he was followed by a blonde woman, who was covered in various cuts.

"Ho- nice place, yeah?" inquired the blonde, who Kanna now realized by the low octave voice was a young man.

"Looks like someone fucking died in there," gurgled the blue creature, while taking a rather large sword from the bird's back and putting it on his own.

"You forgot who is stationed here, hmmm?" laughed the blonde as he playfully slapped the blue skinned man on the shoulder. "Let's not keep our loving friend waiting, yeah."

"…Akatsuki?" Kanna breathed fearfully as they made their way up to the manor, sporting the same cloak design as the Uchiha. Her stomach churned, as if Uchiha Itachi's brooding presence wasn't punishment enough. Exactly how many Akatsuki were there?

"How do you like that, yeah. He doesn't even come out to greet us," complained Deidara while stepping up the stairs and coming to a stand still on the front deck.

"You know what this place lacks?" interrupted Kisame. The shark-hybrid really wasn't too bummed that Itachi didn't roll out the red carpet for them. "A woman's touch," he groaned.

"Pft!" spat Deidara. "Women loathe you far too much Kisame-san, you're the reason I couldn't get laid back in that village, un. You just had to break her in the process of your fun, yeah?"

Deidara just then paused outside the front door to double take. "Hmmm?" he could have sworn he saw a pair of eyes looking at him just then. Arching a curious eyebrow, the clay master put a digit to his lips then began to creep along the side of the walls. Slowly…very slowly he crept.

"What the hell are you doing?" inquired Kisame, also questioning the blonde's sanity. Though he had to admit, seeing Deidara crab walk was quite the amusement.

Deidara stopped just at the end of the wall, only to pull a kunai from within his cloak. Signaling that something was on the other side to Kisame. The shark-hybrid only stood posing his aggravation. He would rather be inside drinking than out here probably about to witness the fillet of a stray cat.

"Deidara-san, you seriously lack any sense," stated Kisame.

A sadistic grin spread from ear to ear, the clay master held up his kunai. Mouthing a countdown from five, he then jumped around the corner at one, kunai held in a downward stabbing position.

Kisame heard a womanly scream - "Wah! Itachi?" Just when he turned that corner, the blonde found himself staring into the wicked sharingan eyes of a stone faced Uchiha. Stumbling back while clutching his chest, Deidara practically felt his heart against his rib cage. "Wha- why were you hiding, yeah?" he stuttered.

"…," looking down to blonde, blue eyed clay master, Itachi's arm was noticeably leant out to the side, half concealed by the wall. "I wasn't hiding," he corrected in a monotone voice.

Kisame looked to his partner, it had been over a month since they last were face to face. Unlike Kisame and Deidara, the Uchiha didn't look to have acquired any new scars or bruises. The shark-hybrid was nursing a dislocated shoulder from his adventures in the Waterfall Country. While Deidara's face could say enough about his adventures in the Cloud Country.

"Get up Deidara-san, I just had the deck swept," the Uchiha said coldly. He was never amused by the clay master's childish acts. It was hard enough hearing him constantly bicker with the late Sasori, about what fine art truly was.

Realizing he was spread-eagled on the floor, the clay master brought himself up. Kisame stepped forward to merely give Itachi a acknowledging nod, before he set off towards the open manor door. But he paused. Itachi still had his arm leant out, half of it concealed by the house walls.

"Is something bothering your arm, Itachi-san?" Kisame arched an eyebrow, because Itachi was now giving the wall a rather stern look. "I asked if something was wrong," he repeated.

"Besides the fact Deidara and you are present," the Uchiha's head strictly turned so his sinister glare was upon the other Akatsuki. "…No," Taking his hand from the wall, Itachi stepped around the corner so he could enter the manor with Kisame.

Watching the two other men disappear into the shadow of the home, Deidara lingered outside still a bit baffled. He could have sworn he saw someone else peeking from around the corner. "Maybe it was nothing…yeah?" the corner mocked him. "Then again, maybe it was something..."

Making sure Kisame and Itachi were out of sight, he once again attempted to slowly walk back to that corner when- "Deidara, need I persuade you to come and join Kisame and I?" Itachi's cold voice sent serious warning to the blonde. It seemed that the Uchiha hadn't gained any patience since the last time the Akatsuki were together. Turning on his right heel, Deidara walked off.

Kanna exhaled heavily, as the pressure and burn from the Uchiha's hand on her faded. When she had been simply feeding her curiosity by peering around the corner at the two other Akatsuki, Itachi had come up behind her. He had been so quiet… like a predator stalking prey.

Just in the mere blink of an eye, Kanna's frame had been spun around, only to have her eyes meet with darkly sensual sharingan. That expressionless gaze, face of ice surrounded by black lace…he just simply gazed at her. But as the blonde crept on the other side of the wall, Itachi simply slammed Kanna's back into the hard surface so she was out of sight.

Now with the true Akatsuki members inside the warm home, Kanna crept back in through her bedroom sliding door. The complement, slap across the face, being pinned to walls and that willow tree… Kanna once again began to question the Uchiha's twisted acts.

A pale hand leant up to touch between her breasts where the Uchiha practically palm struck her. These dangerous encounters, they left her… light headed. "I feel sick."


a/n: ugh, another one cleaned up. Onto the next! Lol