12-AUGUST

Leader and Konan came home with smiles on their faces (which in itself was a rare occurrence) and large bottles of sake in their packs. Ayami took their unbelievable amount of dirty clothing to the washroom and then came back to see sake glasses set on the table. Sasori, Deidara, Leader, Konan, Itachi and Kisame were sitting around in various states of merriment as their glassed were filled for some sort of celebration.

Ayami took the bottle from Leader and started to pour rounds for everyone. Sasori retained his plastic expression, sipping his lightly. Deidara's mouth appeared to extend too far in either direction was he downed another glass. Konan sipped slowly through her grin so as to keep her lady-like reputation intact.

Leader took his alcohol quickly, gulping it through an ear-to-ear grin that got larger as he drank. Kisame started off drinking slowly, but he drank more quickly as he got drunk. Itachi kept a steady pace throughout the first bottle. It was quite obvious that they were going to get drunk if they were to keep drinking through another bottle at this pace, they hadn't even eaten dinner yet.

As Ayami got the second bottle, Leader insisted that she get a glass as well. "What exactly is the occasion, nya?" She asked him. It's got to be pretty big if Akatsuki is this happy about it. Maybe it has something to do with that person that Itachi dislikes so much.

"We destroyed two of Orochimaru's hideouts this week!" Leader exclaimed quite happily. He was already starting to slur his words, but he was still lucid enough to harm her if she quit pouring. She obeyed his command and filled his glass again, and again, and again. He must have a hard stomach if he's holding this much liquor this well.

I have no clue who this Orochimaru is, but everyone seems to hate him. She sipped her glass slowly, hoping to avoid getting drunk. Leader, Konan and Deidara were simply ecstatic. Sasori held one of his happier plastic expressions. Kisame was starting to loosen up and smile a bit. The corner's of Itachi's mouth seemed to curve upwards, if only slightly. At first it seemed like only Deidara and Leader would get drunk, but then Itachi pulled his hair-tie out, claiming, "It was giving me a headache." Obviously he was drunk too, but was much better at hiding it.

As the third bottle came to the table, Ayami felt herself slipping, but it was too late. She couldn't tell what order anything was in or who was talking. She found herself laughing at that old joke about the dirty horse. The one everyone hears when they are ten. Then everything went fuzzy.

13-AUGUST

Ayami woke with a splitting headache. There was a slick spot under her hip, which could mean only one thing. She gathered her bathrobe around herself and staggered out to the kitchen and poured herself another drink from the half empty fifth bottle. She nursed another two drinks before the pounding in her head died down. Jesus, how much of this did I drink on my own?

She went back to her room and sat in the chair. Who was it? She tried to remember, but everything was a blur after that third bottle opened. She looked at the clothing on strewn on the floor, all of which appeared to be hers. Let's see, Deidara and Leader were drunk. Oh god, I hope it wasn't Deidara! She picked up her clothes to see if they had left anything behind. Under her bed there was a sock. She picked it up… Only Itachi wears this kind of sock! What is it doing here?! She looked down the hall but Itachi's door was shut. When she looked around, she couldn't find her other sock.

How could Itachi's sock have ended up in here? Were he and Deidara drunk enough to swap them? Ayami threw the clothes in the washroom and took a shower before making breakfast. She had the food on the table before anyone came out. Only Sasori appeared to have been spared from a hangover. It took two or three drinks for everyone's heads to sit on their shoulders again.

Almost all of Leader's piercings were out. Konan's flower was crushed and her hair was a mess. Deidara and Itachi's hair was down while Kisame had bags about ten feet wide under his eye. Ayami stood and slipped, landing on her back. When she looked to she what she slipped on she handed Itachi his hair tie, she must have never picked it up.

When he realized that his hair was down, Itachi put it up in a sloppy ponytail quickly. When Itachi had his hair down he almost looked like someone you would talk to. Ayami looked around the table and realized that everyone's eyes were still glazed over. She cautiously poured another round and watched as their eyes came to life, and how they all fled back to their rooms when they realized what they looked like. They really are quite vain for people who are feared all around the world. She cleared away the breakfast dishes and changed her sheets.

She laid in bed again and went right back to sleep. When she woke up the next morning, she ran right to the bathroom and threw up. I need to relax. It's probably just something that I ate. It's not like… But in her head she knew that's what it was. The real question was who the father was.

Ayami just didn't want to believe it. I can't be pregnant! Especially not when I'm here! If I step over the line on accident they'll hit me and hurt the baby. It's not like I can leave either. I wouldn't have anywhere to go! Sunagakure and The Village Hidden by the Waterfall both think I'm dead and I can't ask Sa to fix me up with someone else, there isn't any one lined up or even considered! I have to be very careful from now on.