The Akatsuki and the Freak. Chapter 12.

Lia laid in her bed sobbing, then got up and wondered why she was sobbing, she really shouldn't have been. She got up from her bed and walked out of her room heading towards the kitchen. For some reason she felt bad for the way she had left Itachi, but at the same time she was just glad to get out of there. She finally made it to the kitchen, and this time with out getting attacked by anyone. She heard her stomach growl when she walked over to the refrigerator. Opening the door and poking her head inside she tired to figure out what she wanted to eat. Lia decided on just making a lunch meat sandwich. She finally got to eat and was happy, so she decided that she wanted to go outside and see how nice of a day it was. She walked outside and sat down on the grass feeling the breeze, falling asleep was not on her agenda, but of course the events of the day had caught up with her.

Itachi woke up slowly, feeling a warm body next to him. He smiled to himself, remembering what had happened before they both went to sleep. He felt her slowly waking up, he started stroking her side, trying to sooth her back to sleep. If she wakes up then she might regret doing anything, and leave. I don't want her to leave just yet. He thought. She made a noise, turning to look at him.

"That won't help me sleep ya know…" she yawned.

"I'm sorry, did I wake you?" she shook her head.

"No, I ended up waking myself up."

"Ok, so how do you feel?" she pushed a loose strained of hair out of her eyes.

"Mm… sore, but ok. I really don't feel like moving at the moment." He chuckled slightly.

"Ok, you don't have to if you don't want to. You can stay here for as long as you want." She stretched her arms up over her head, shifting so that she could look at him.

"Mmmkay." She grinned. "Hey, next time, take it easy, alright? I don't exactly like the taste of blood." He laughed.

"Ok, I'll try. At least the second time I warned you before hand."

"Hence the reason I didn't bite you that time." He laughed. He leaned over and kissed her softly. She returned the kiss, wrapping her arms around his head. So tempting… MUST RESIST!! Can't do it again so soon, she would be dying. CAN'T TAKE IT!! ((Author still suffering from head trauma falling on floor laughing. Other Author writing the other half dying of laughter.)) ((both authors are dead. This is the end of both stories, sorry… JUST KIDDING!)) Must think of something else to do. He thought releasing her from the kiss. She cocked her head at him. "You ok?"

"Huh? Yea, I'm fine. Just thinking."

"About what?" he shook his head.

"Nothing." She cocked her head, then kissed him on the forehead.

"Well you have to be thinking something. You can't be thinking, but thinking about nothing. That doesn't make any sense." He sighed.

"You're going to make me tell you aren't you?" she shook her head.

"Me? Never! I was just curious." She grinned.

"You're going to make me tell you." He said nodding. Tasha laughed.

"Well, if you insist." He diverted his gaze for a moment.

"I was thinking about you." He mumbled under his breath, almost inaudible. Tasha cocked her head, she turned red.

"Aww… cute." It was his turn to turn red, and Tasha giggled. "That's even cuter." He turned redder, trying to divert his gaze. "I would ask what about me you were thinking about, but… uh… kinda don't wanna know." She stroked his head.

"I don't think you want to know either." He finally looked back at her. She raised a brow.

"That bad?" he nodded, turning red again. She stuck her tongue out. OHHHHH god she just HAD to do that didn't she? Why did I have to put myself in this position? I'm not sure how much longer I can resist this time. He thought looking at her. She giggled. "I don't think I wanna know, with that expression." He laughed, as she continued to play with his hair.

"Do you have to keep tempting me like that?" she paused, and raised a brow.

"Oh, sorry, didn't realize it." She laughed softly. He raised a brow.

"Ah, I know you meant it." He said teasingly. She rolled her eyes, and began to play with his hair again.

"Oh no. I could never do that." He rolled his eyes.

"Oh never. You would never do that to me now would you?" Tasha licked his nose, and he twitched, looking at her.

"Yep. Never." He leaned over acting like he was going to kiss her but instead licked her from her top lip up to her nose.

"Ha, got you back." Tasha made a strange face, pawing at her nose like a cat. Pulling his head down, she licked his ear. He narrowed his eyes at her. "I'm going to get you back for that." Tasha laughed as she took his ear in her teeth. He started to squirm trying to get away, but instead fell off the side of the bed. "OWW."

"Ok, now that was funny. Never would have thought your ear would make you squirm." He looked up glowering at her.

"Glad you think it was so funny for me to fall off my bed thanks to your doing." Tasha laughed harder.

"Ah, too amusing. I should remember that." He sighed.

"Glad I could amuse you." He sat up getting ready to get back up. Tasha shifted, pulling the blankets up over her and sat up.

"I like this blanket." She rubbed her head against the part that was draped over her shoulder, he raised a brow.

"Really now? I don't think you're going to get it."

"Aww…" she pouted, all too cutely, bringing her knees up and tilting her head.

"Don't pout at me like that. You have no idea what it does to me." She continued to pout leaning forward slightly, resting her chin on her knees. Here she goes again… she's KILLING me!! I really need to think of something else… he thought looking away from her for a moment. "You went and done it." He got up and started walking over to the bed, pausing at the side. She cocked her head.

"Did what?" she gave him a curious look.

"Like you don't know." She pouted again, he sighed.

"You're being silly. I haven't a clue what you're talking about." He raised a brow, climbing up into the bed crawling over to her, although it wasn't all that far.

"You're being so seductive. The funny thing is, I don't think you're really trying." Tasha cocked her had.

"I'm being what?" she looked slightly confused, wrapping her bare knees with her arms.

"Never mind. Just stop it ok? Before something happens that I think you don't want to have happen right at this moment." She shifted her weight leaning forward more.

"You're confusing me Itachi. What am I supposed to stop exactly?"

"Tempting me. You sitting here like you are, is so tempting." Tasha raised a brow.

"The way I'm sitting? But this is a normal way to sit…" she cocked her head.

"Not when you're naked in my room." God just SHUT UP now. Don't say another word, Itachi. You're digging a deeper hole for yourself to climb up out of sooner or later. He thought sighing, she looked at him blankly.

"That's why I have the blanket over me." She looked down, he sighed again.

"Do you know how easy it would be for me to just throw that to the side, and do so many things?" she twitched.

"Li…ok shutting up…" she pulled her legs closer to her body, and scooted further away from him, he raised a brow.

"I'm guessing you get it now?" she shook her head.

"Not really, I just felt somewhat uncomfortable for some reason." She leaned her head back against her knees.

"Ok. I'm sorry." He stopped and sighed. She stuck out her tongue.

"It's alright. I'm guessing I'm making you a bit uncomfortable too. Sorry." She grinned, apologetically.

"There you go again with the tongue… one of these days I'm just going to take it and keep it." He laughed. Tasha laughed, raising a brow.

"I'm not allowed to stick out my tongue now?"

"Nope. I'm not letting you now." Tasha pouted, sticking her tongue out again.

"Meanie." He nodded, scooting closer to her, grabbing ahold of her.

"What? Lonely?" she grinned. He laughed and nodded his head.

"Yes I am. Care to cheer me up?" Tasha cocked her head.

"Aww, but I don't have any balloons." He rolled his eyes.

"Alright, smart ass. That's not what I meant and you know it." She pouted.

"I am not an all knowing genius…" she placed her arms over the blanket on to of her knees.

"You sure?" she shifted her weight, pressing her leg against him.

"Quite positive."

"I think your quite the genius." Even if you are quite the smart ass. He thought laughing to himself.

"Well if you think so, then it must be true." She tilted her head, as he sighed rolling his eyes.

"Yep, I'm always right." I'm not arrogant not in the least. He laughed, as did Tasha. She reached up to push a stray hair out of his face. I honestly think she's trying to kill me. I'm not sure how much longer I can take this cruel and unusual punishment. He thought. He leaned over towards her and kissed her gently. She returned the kiss, leaning against him more. He lifted one of his hands and put it behind her head, trying to deepen the kiss more. She smiled against his lips, bringing her arms up around his neck. Oh god, here we go again… lets do this again shall we, dripping with sarcasm. I was trying to keep from doing this all over again. Guess I'm not as good as I thought at controlling myself. He thought pausing for a moment. Tasha pulled back, making a face.

"What?" he asked looking at her for a moment before he cocked his head.

"My stomach growled. Forgot to eat today." He raised a brow.

"Well we could go get something to eat, if you'd like." Tasha nodded, he got up and walked over to where their clothes were sitting and handed her, her clothes and started putting on his own. He heard her sigh and looked up from what he was doing to look at her, cocking his head. "What was the sigh for?" she looked up.

"Uh… nothing much. Just a thought." He raised a brow, as she pulled her hair back into a ponytail.

"O…ok…" she tilted her head, grinning. God I wish she would stop doing that! And here we are putting all our clothes back on. Damn! He thought

"What? It wasn't a bad thought." She placed her hands behind her back.

"Ok… are you ready?" Tasha stuck out her tongue.

"Obviously." She started swaying slightly. He raised a brow. He got up, walking over to her and kissed her softly, before walking over to the door. She cocked her head, following him.

"Ladies first." He said, holding open the door for her.

"Ahem… yes… uh…eheh." She laughed softly, he gave her a weird look, as she walked through the door.

"So what do we want to eat?" Tasha looked thoughtful

"Something sweet." He heard her mumble, cocking her head at Kisame as he walked by them. For some odd reason Kisame started following.

"Did… you need something?"

"Nope! Just following you because Itachi is."

"Well stop. Its creepy."

"So, I'm creepy, but Itachi isn't?"

"No I'm not, I'm also not some fish dude! So go the fuck away." Itachi scowled.

"Harsh man." Kisame said making a face. "Well whatever. I'll stalk ya later little guppy." Tasha made a face at him as he left.

"I'm not a fish you ass…" he heard her mutter under her breath. He raised a brow, walking up behind her and placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. She rubbed the back of her head as she sighed.

"Why do I get stalked by random people?" he heard her mumble to herself, he slowly started rubbing his hand down her back soothingly. "First Hiden, now fish boy. What am I, a magnet?" she grumbled some more, walking into the kitchen.
"So you said that you want something sweet, what would you like?" Tasha tilted her head looking thoughtful.

"What is there?" he smiled.

"What ever you want." Tasha cocked her head, her face turning red, she placed a hand over her face as she sighed.

"Cupcake?" he laughed.

"Your wish is my command." He said sarcastically bowing. Tasha cracked up, leaning against a counter, tilting her head. He walked over to a cabinet, searching for some cupcakes, he finally found some and took two out, handing one to her. She laughed as she thanked him. He watched her as she ate the cupcake looking very amused. She raised a brow, licking some frosting from the side of her mouth, which made him raise a brow. Damn it! Why now? We aren't even in my room, or hers come to think of it… he thought as he sighed.

"What?" she cocked her head.

"Nothing." She looked at him blankly, then shrugged.

"Ok, then." She walked over the refrigerator, opened it and began to rummage inside.

"What are you looking for?" she looked up at him, pulling a carton of orange juice out.

"I was thirsty." She grabbed a glass and poured herself some juice. She put the carton back and walked back to her counter, leaning against it once more, drinking her juice.

"So now what?" he asked getting a little bored. Tasha set her empty glass on the counter, cocking her head.

"Hmm… wanna traumatize everyone who walks into the kitchen?" she grinned widely.

"Depends on what you have in mind." He raised a brow.

"Take a guess." She moved so that she could sit on the counter, swinging her legs. His eyes went wide. Oh god, she's not thinking what I think she's thinking, is she? No, no she couldn't be. Could she? He thought, his eyes getting wider. She raised a brow.

"Um…." She started to laugh, giving him a mischievous smile. She is thinking it! Oh god, what have I gotten myself into this time? He thought as he realized that she was talking.

"Um? No, 'um' isn't an action, sorry." He raised a brow.

"I don't know. Make a mess?" he shrugged. She tilted her head.

"We could. I suppose. How much stuff is here that we could use…" ok… that turned out differently than I had thought. I wasn't being serious when I said make a mess. He thought to himself, as he started looking through the cabinets. She smiled as she looked at him, and laughed.

"Itachi? Lemme know if ya find any chocolate syrup, k?" he turned around to look at her, with a smile on his face. So she was thinking what I thought she was thinking. Great this ought to be interesting. He thought. "That way I can put it on some ice cream. That sounds rather good right now." He cocked his head. Ok now she's starting to confuse the hell out of me… what is going on? He looked at her for a moment then turned back to the cabinet. "What's your favorite flavor by the way? I want to make sure you eat it." He raised a brow.

"Where are you going with this?"

"Just curious." He raised a brow.

"Uhuh. Right…" she smiled innocently, folding her hands in her lap.

"Why would I lie?"

"I don't know. Why would you? But I think you're more than curious." Tasha pouted, placing her hands on the counter between her legs. He raised a brow.

"Meanie." She muttered, sniffling. He walked towards her holding something behind his back. She cocked her head, leaning forward slightly, trying to see what he had.

"You know, if you lean too much more forward, you're going to fall off." Tasha pouted, leaning backwards, so that she was laying back on the counter. She pulled her legs up so that they weren't hanging off the side. He walked up to her and paused just in front of her. She raised a brow, but didn't move from where she was. "I'm guessing you don't want to know what I have then?" Tasha pouted cutely.

"Aww, but I like laying on the counter." She shifted slightly.

"Aww, I guess you won't find out what I have then, what a shame." He started walking away slowly. Tasha sighed, placing her hands upon her stomach.

"I suppose I won't then." She said with a tent of sadness in her voice. He paused, turning to look at her, then walked back to her.

"Don't sound so sad." Smart ass. He paused thinking. "You don't seem to want to know what I have." She sat up, placing her hands between her legs on the counter. She tilted her head, giving him a cute smile.

"If you say so."

"Ok I guess I'll just put it back then." She shrugged, swinging her legs. "You know, your no fun when I'm trying to tease you." Tasha giggled.

"I'm sorry that I'm no fun." She sounded amused.

"Uhuh. I'm sure you are." She shrugged.

"Matter of opinion." He raised a brow. She yawned and stretched. "It's kinda warm in here…" she mumbled, unbuttoning her jacket and taking it off, folding it and placing it beside her. "That's better." Oh god here we go again. He thought. He couldn't take it anymore, he bent down and kissed her, starting to unbutton his own cloak. She smiled against his lips. He paused, stopped unbuttoning his cloak and looked at her.

"Care to join me in my room?" Tasha cocked her head, a strange look crossing her face, she peered towards the doorway and sighed.

"WHAT? I would never do such a thing!!" Itachi cocked his head, confused. She sighed, then smiled in the direction of the door, waving.

"Hi Pein! Where'd you wander off to earlier?" Itachi turned around to look at him, blushing.

"I went to get something… what in the world is going on here?"

"Not much, just yelling at the molester, like normal." Pein chuckled, went to the refrigerator, grabbed a sandwich and walked back over to them.

"Well, don't yell too much, you'll lose your voice… did you attack him or something? His cloak is half off." Tasha smiled.

"Well, he kinda deserved it." Pein laughed again, turning to Itachi.

"If you keep molesting her, one day she's going to do more then just tear at your cloak. I'd be careful." He left the room. Tasha sighed.

"Good thing I looked…" Itachi nodded.

"Now where were we? Oh yeah. I asked you if you cared to join me in my room."

"Are we having tea?" she cocked her head. He sighed. Damn she's a smart ass… maybe even worse than I am… and that's saying something. He thought.

"No."

"Darn." She chuckled as she hopped off the counter.

"So are you coming?"

"Yes, for sake of your honor. I, your loyal knight, must protect you from the unseen forces of evil." He shook his head, in humor.

"Alright smart ass." Tasha burst out laughing, placing her hand to her mouth. "You know, with as loud as you are, that's not going to help."

"I'm sorry m'lady. I'll try and be quieter…" she laughed harder, holding her sides. Itachi glowered at her.

"Was that necessary?"

"No, but it was funny." She grinned.

"Glad you think so." He said as he started walking towards his room. Tasha followed. They finally reached his room and he opened the door, letting her go first. She peered into the room, then placed a hand on her hips.

"Yep, no evil there." He raised a brow sighing, and going first leaving her out there, with the door still open, he walked over to his bed and sat down. "Tasha is a good girl!" he rolled his eyes, she walked in happily and leaped into his lap.

"You're defiantly not a good girl." Tasha pouted.

"That's Tobi, not Tasha! Tasha is indeed, a good girl… on sugar…" he rolled his eyes giving up, he knew he wasn't going to win, no matter what he did.

"I'm never giving you sugar again." She tried giving him a sad expression, but he seen right past it, she wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Just imagine what I'd be like If you had let me have syrup" his eyes went wide.

"Oh god, I would have to shoot myself." Tasha giggled.

"Aww come on, I'm not as bad as Tobi on cake."

"I don't know you're pretty close." She pouted burying her head in his neck.

"Meanie."

"You should know by now that I am." She rolled her eyes, biting his collar softly. He jumped a little not expecting it. A little frisky today don't ya think. He thought as he relaxed. Tasha laughed.

"Why'd you jump?" he looked at her.

"I wasn't expecting you to bite me is all." Tasha grinned, gently grazing his skin with her teeth. He twitched slightly, but relaxed instantly afterwards. "Do you like making me do that?" she grinned, moving up to his ear. He twitched, she giggled.

"I never realized you were so sensitive…" he rolled his eyes.

"I never thought that you would start this… So I guess we are in the same boat." She smiled.

"But I'm not twitching." She kissed his neck. This is different. Never thought she would start, instead of me starting it and her just reacting. Its kinda nice actually. Although its kinda awkward… her making me twitch like that… its really weird not being the one starting it…he thought as he tried to keep his body from trembling. She reached down to unbutton his cloak the rest of the way, then tossed the cloak to the floor. He looked at her for a moment, then started taking off her two shirts. She made a noise, pushing his hands away.

"Hey, I was busy…" he looked at her raising a brow.

"I'm… sorry…?" Tasha laughed, petting his head. She then went back to kissing his neck, working her way down. He felt himself tremble beneath her lips. She reached down, pulling off his shirt and pushing him back. Wow she's getting really good at this… he thought as he trembled more. Damn it, why can't I stop trembling? He thought. He started to stroke her sides, and she twitched. She tilted her head slightly. She licked his chest, which made him twitch even more, she grinned. She shifted her weight so that she could take off his pants. She did it rather swiftly, tossing them onto the floor with the rest of his clothing. She straddled him, bending down to kiss him, he welcomed the kiss, returning it with a smile. She pulled back after a few moments, moving down to kiss his neck again. He twitched again, scowled himself. STOP TWITCHING!! Damn it body! He thought to himself, yelling at himself in his head. She smiled, gently nipping the skin at his collar. He tried to keep from twitching, which for the most part worked, except for a small tremble. (( Author having a fit here… might be a bit before coming back…)) she seemed slightly disappointed, she sighed shifting slightly. He looked at her cocking his head.
"What's wrong?" she sat back a bit, running her hands slowly down his chest, and stomach, he trembled against her touch.

"Oh not much, just not the reaction I would have liked." She smiled cutely. He cocked his head.

"What reaction would you have liked?" she smiled again, running her fingers back up his body. He trembled more, shaking slightly.

"What one? Oh a nice one I'd say." She chuckled, as he looked at her confused.

"What do you mean a nice one?" instead of answering she bent down, pressing her lips gently against his. He returned the kiss, laughing slightly.

"You know, its not nice to laugh." She mumbled as she pulled back.

"I'm… sorry…" he said trying to catch his breath from trembling then getting kissed. She shifted her weight back, removing his boxers. I'm beginning to wonder if I'm the only one going to be striped. He thought as she took his boxers off, tossing them on the floor. She moved to straddle him again, licking him from his chest up to his chin, pressing her lips to his once again. He felt himself shudder under her. He then decided to try and take off her shirts again. Finally he got to take them off, he tossed them to the floor where his clothes were. Finally, it was starting to feel a little one sided and awkward. He thought as he took her bra off next, she cocked her head.

"You don't have to be so rough with my clothing. They have feelings too." He cocked his head, confused.

"I'm… sorry… I didn't know?" Tasha laughed, petting his head. Itachi smiled, then started working on her pants and panties. She grabbed ahold of his hands, raising a brow.

"As long as I'm on top, those stay on." She said with a grin, he pouted.

"Why? Don't I get to have some fun too?"

"Like I said, as long as I'm on top." She stuck out her tongue, he sighed.

"Ok, fine." she stroked his head, grinning.

"What a good boy you're being. I'm so proud of you." He sighed, rolling his eyes. I might as well call her master now… but I think I shouldn't actually say it… he thought to himself sighing again, Tasha raised a brow.

"What's wrong? Am I being too harsh?" he shook his head just looking at her. She made a face, poking his nose, he twitched trying to swat away her hand. She giggled, grabbing his hand and moving it aside as she bent and licked his nose. He twitched again trying to move his hand again. She kept ahold of it, chuckling. He finally gave up on trying to move, and just laid there, trembling at her touch. She sighed, moving to sit beside him, crossing her arms. He looked at her confused.

"What's wrong? I figured that was what you wanted." She huffed, closing her eyes and turning her head away from him. He sat up moving so that his chin rested on her shoulder. "What's wrong?"

"It's no fun if you give up. Therefore, I have given up."

"I'm sorry. You want to try again?" he said rubbing her shoulders. She fidgeted slightly, blushing slightly. She made an odd sound, and he raised a brow, pausing for a moment. "What was that?" he asked curiously.

"A failed attempt at a huff." She mumbled, her head still turned away.

"Why aren't you looking at me?"

"Don't wanna." He sighed, feeling hurt.

"Ok."

"What's with that face?" he cocked his head.

"What face?"

"That 'that hurt…' face."

"Nothing." He said turning to avoid looking at her and started to lie down again. She grabbed ahold of his blanket, folding it into a small bundle, she placed it on the floor. "Why did you do that?"

"I'm not sure." She turned so that her legs were hanging off the bed, leaning back on her elbows, sighing.

"What's wrong?" he asked not sitting up, or looking over at her. She was silent for a few moments.

"Nothing." Now he looked over at her.

"I think there is something wrong, and your not telling me."

"Nope, nothing's wrong." He raised a brow.

"Ok." He sighed. Tasha stayed still for a few more moments, then reached down to grab her shirts. Itachi saw her do this and felt really hurt. He laid back down and looked away from her. She buried her head into the sheet beneath her head. He looked over at her for a moment, then turned away again. I can't do this… I don't understand what is going on… I don't understand any of it. I mean one moment we are just fine now we wont even really look at each other… what the hell happened? He thought as he sighed.

"Ok, it's official. I have no energy left." Itachi looked over at her and raised a brow.

"But you were so energetic just a few moments ago."

"It's called a crash. My sugar high just ended. Horribly."

"Aww. Well if you want you can sleep here, and I'll go find something to do." Tasha laughed.

"It's not that I'm tired really. I just have no energy. If… that makes any sense…" he raised a brow.

"Maybe it would help if you ate actual food." Tasha shrugged.

"I haven't been able to keep anything normal down for a week. Sugary things are they only thing that seems to want to stay." She mumbled. He started to look worried.

"Do you know why?" she turned her head to look at him.

"No. not really." She didn't seem to worried about it, but it worried him.

"Are you going to be ok?" she shrugged.

"Maybe, maybe not." He went pale in the face. Tasha cocked her head at him. "What?"

"That worries me. I don't want you to get sick on me."

"But I already am." He went even paler.

"You should be resting. Not here with me… like… this." Tasha shrugged again.

"I originally wasn't planning on it. But then I got pounced on, so I said screw it. About now… I'd say I'd be asleep or relaxing in my partner's room."

"I'm sorry. I'll let you go and relax then."

"Eh, I'd rather not bother him."

"You can't relax in your room?" ((Authors note: No he is not trying to get rid of her…))

"It's too empty. I get nervous. That's why I'm in someone else's room half the time."

"Ok. Well you should be resting."

"Well, I'm not exactly doing anything at this moment in time. So I am, technically."

"Ok, so long as your resting." She raised a brow.

"So, tell me, how is your partner doing?" he raised a brow, grumbling.

"Don't ask."

"Why? I'll tell you how mine is doing." He sighed.

"She's avoiding me."

"I don't know." Tasha cocked her head.

"Uhuh…"she gave him a disbelieving look.

"No honestly I don't. She told me that I would be making a mistake if I wanted to stay with her at all, then she left." Tasha looked thoughtful.

"Do you believe that?"

"I don't know. I want to be with you, more than her, but I don't get the fact that she told me that I would be making a mistake with being with her."

"I don't get that either. I should ask her sometime…" she mumbled. She pulled her shirts back on, then grabbed ahold of his blanket and curled up under it. Itachi raised a brow.

"Cold?" Tasha nodded, pulling the blanket tighter around her body. He shifted pulling her closer to him, kissing her forehead. She sneezed, pawing at her nose like a cat, cocking her head at him.

"Hey… you made me sneeze." He cocked his head.

"How did I make you sneeze?"

"You keep messing with my forehead, and I sneezed. Hence, it's your fault."

"I'm sorry…I'll stop." He let go of her getting up and walking over to his clothes, starting to put them back on.

"Stop saying you're sorry damn it." Itachi stopped for a moment, looking at her.

"Ok… what do you want me to say then?" he heard her sigh sounded like annoyance.

"Say whatever you'd like." He raised a brow. That's not wise… there's so many things that I could say but shouldn't. he thought to himself. She pulled the blanket up over her head again.

"What's wrong? Are you really that cold?"

"No, not really…" why does she seem to be trying to avoid me now? Did I do something that bad? What did I do, is a better question? I didn't think that me just giving up would cause her to act like this… he thought looking at her, he finished getting dressed and walked back over to the bed. He sat down facing the wall away from her, sighing. He felt something tug on the back of his cloak and he looked over, to see Tasha pulling on it, he raised a brow. "Hey… I have a question."

"What's that?" he shifted so that he was facing her more.
"Why do you have those?" she asked raising a hand to his face. He cocked his head, raising a brow.

"Why do I have what?"

"Those lines… on your face. You aren't much older then me, right?" he chuckled.

"I don't know really, their just there I guess. And no I'm not much older than you, I don't think…"

"How old are you?" he raised a brow.

"21." Tasha tilted her head.

"Huh. Never would have guessed that." He cocked his head. "No, I'm no… ahem…" she went red. He raised a brow in confusion.

"How old did you think I was?"

"Never really thought about it. I just figured you were older…"

"Umm… ok… who were you talking to a few moments ago?"

"I… wasn't talking to anyone. Eheh…" Tasha blushed harder.

"Ok…" so then am I hearing things now? Or am I just going insane in general? He thought sighing. Tasha cocked her head. She muttered something under her breath, he cocked his head at her confused. "What did you say?" Tasha looked up.

"Huh? I didn't say anything… I think." He sighed.

"Ok." He shifted so that he could lay down, facing the wall again. Why is this getting so awkward now? She's really not even talking to me now, what is up with that? I don't know what to do or say now… he thought sighing again, closing his eyes.

"Will you just SHUT THE HELL UP ALREADY? I don't care at the moment! Go bother someone else Oroki!" Itachi jumped as she started shouting.

"What the hell are you talking about?" he looked at her, she had her hand clamped over her mouth.

"S… sorry, I was just a bit annoyed at something…" he cocked his head in confusion. She sighed heavily.

"What are you annoyed at?" please don't say me… he thought looking at her.

"Oroki…" she whispered, almost to where he couldn't hear her, she made a face.

"Wait, he's not here." Tasha glanced over at Itachi.

"I would hope not." He raised a brow, as she muttered. She jumped, then looked around confused.

"What, was that for?" Tasha wrapped an arm around her knees. She made another face looking up.

"I… you….did you hear that?"

"Hear what? All I hear is you talking, to… yourself…" she sighed, jumping again as someone knocked on the door. "What do you want?" he yelled from the bed. Tasha bolted up from the bed and quickly locked the door. He looked at her confused.

"You aren't coming in." Itachi raised a brow.

"Who are you talking to? And who is at the door?" Tasha leaned back against the door, as who ever was at the door knocked again.

"No one you want to meet." He raised his brow again.

"Ok… what is that suppose to mean?"

"That you really won't like this person." Tasha sighed.

"Of course you can call me a person." Tasha jumped, turning towards the door.

"Shut up you."

"Who is it?" Itachi started getting impatient. Tasha sighed again, placing her forehead against the door.

"You really want to see?"

"I just want to know who is at the door. I don't care if you open the door or not." Tasha cast him a glance, moving back from the door.

"It's… Oroki." Itachi narrowed his eyes, huffing.

"What the HELL is he doing here? And what does he want?"

"I can hear you, you know."

"Do I really seem like I care what you hear?" Tasha sighed, unlocking the door.

"Don't make a mess…" he heard her mutter, moving to walk back to the bed. The door opened and a face poked through the opening. The person had bright yellow eyes, a large mass of fluffy red hair and a oddly frightening look about him.

"Hmmm, so this is what you look like through my own eyes. Weaker in person it seems." He remarked, walking into the room. Tasha scoffed. He was wearing pink. She started to laugh. "Ha! Made you laugh for once!" Itachi rolled his eyes looking up at the ceiling.

"Care to tell me what you're doing here?" Itachi asked not looking at either of them.

"I have every right to check up on Tasha. You can't tell me not to." Oroki remarked. Itachi huffed.

"Well as you can see, she's just fine. So can you leave?"

"No. that's not what her body is saying." Itachi sighed.

"Who told you that you could listen to that?" Itachi looked over at Tasha for a moment then looked back up at the ceiling.

"Your actions are different then your thoughts." Oroki mumbled. "Not feeling well I see. Why didn't you just say something earlier?" ok this guy is getting on my nerves already… I wish he would just go away!! Itachi thought closing his eyes, as Tasha and Oroki were talking. "I don't feel like leaving." Itachi looked over at him shocked.

"What are you talking about?" Oroki snorted.

"I don't particularly care if I get on your nerves. I don't feel like leaving." Itachi raised a brow irritated. Tasha looked confused.

"I'm not as bad as I seem Oroki. Just because my body says so, doesn't mean much." Oroki's ears flattened against his head. Tasha raised a brow, Itachi cocked his head, shaking it.

"Doesn't mean I'm not worried. If you get any sicker, who am I supposed to pester?"

"Gee, thanks for your concern." Tasha muttered sarcastically. Itachi rolled his eyes, looking back up at the ceiling.

"I'm serious. You'll pass out if you don't let me help you." He heard Tasha huff.

"It's Your fault." Tasha sighed. "Well aren't you just a happy little lap dog today?" she chuckled.

"Yep. I'll be good, so will you let me heal you? You know I can't do it if you won't let me. You're even getting a fever." Itachi looked over at her worriedly. Wait… I didn't think she was that sick. Great! He thought as he sighed, Tasha looked over, curiously. Oroki snorted. "You don't pay much attention to things, do you?" Oroki muttered, Itachi barely heard it.

"Stop muttering under your breath. That's rude." Oroki huffed, glowering at Itachi.

"How do you know if I pay attention to things or not, and why do you care?" Itachi glowered right back. Oroki started to growl and Tasha sighed heavily.

"If you say one more thing I don't like, I swear I'll eat you." Oroki grumbled.

"Aww, you don't like how I talk?" Oroki bared his teeth in a snarl, Tasha clamped a hand over his mouth.

"You two are giving me a head ache…" she sighed, Itachi looked at her apologetically.

"I'm sorry Tasha. I'll shut up now. You two can keep talking." Itachi looked away, shifting so that he faced the other wall.

"I thought she said for you not to say you were sorry." Oroki remarked, and she growled. Itachi grumbled to himself, and Oroki laughed.

"Would you stop nuzzling my stomach? That feels odd." She sighed. "Ok, whatever, go ahead and do it so you can leave me alone." Oroki barked, Itachi rolled his eyes. Maybe I should just leave them two alone… maybe even leave her alone… what the hell am I thinking! He thought sighing.

"All done! That wasn't so hard now was it?" Oroki said. "You do that and she'll be depressed." Itachi rolled over looking at Oroki shocked. Oroki finally left.

"Do what? I will? Okay…" Itachi looked at her sighing.

"So are you leaving now?" Tasha turned to look at him.

"Why? Did you want me to?"

"No, I just figured since you really haven't said much to me since before he showed up, that you were going to leave." He said sitting up. Tasha cocked her head.

"That was because I wasn't felling too good. That and he wouldn't shut up."

"Are you ok now?" Tasha stretched, then nodded.

"Yep. Just fine. which reminds me, I left something in the hall." She mumbled, getting up and walking out in the hall. She came back a few moments later with the green puppet from earlier. She sat on the bed, sitting it in her lap. Itachi yawned, raising a brow.

"What is that?" Tasha lifted the bird holding it up in the air.

"It's something my partner helped me make. I think it's cute, what do you think? It kind of looks like one of Dei-kun's birds." She grinned.

"I kinda like it." She put it back on her lap.

"Maybe I can get Onii-san to teach me to make a better one." He raised a brow.

"Big brother? Who is that?"

"My partner of course."

"I thought Deidara was your partner." He looked confused.

"No. It's Sasori." She tilted her head. "Dei-kun was never my partner…"

"Umm… okay…"

"Is that odd?" she started petting the puppets head.

"I just thought that Deidara was." Tasha smiled.

"He's a pretty good friend. But… that's about it." She looked down at the bird amused. "So cute."

"ok…" what does that make me then? Why am I thinking this?! And what did Oroki mean that she would be depressed if I left her alone for awhile? He thought to himself, looking over at Tasha. She set the puppet on the bed, watching it hop for a few moments, then she took ahold of Itachi's pants and scooted over to him.

"What'cha thinking Itachi?" she inquired. He raised a brow.

"Oh nothing, just about you." He grinned. She made a cute noise, laying her head on his chest.

"What about me?"

"Hmmm. Should I tell you or not?" he laughed, she gave a little whine, pawing at his chest like a puppy.He laughed even harder, lifting her chin up to kiss her. "Cute.. So since you say that Deidara is a good friend, what does that make me?" She made a confused little noise, tilting her head.

"The father of my child?" His eyes went wide, then looked hurt.

"Is that all?"

"The almighty giver of sugar?" he laughed.

"I already told you… I'm not giving you anymore sugar." She gave a little whine again, puppy-eyed. He shook his head. She pouted, pawing at his chest again. "No, I already told you… I don't want to deal with your hyper self anymore… that was too much for me to handle in one day."

"Aww… no fair…" She pouted again, rubbing her chin against his shoulder.

"I'm guessing you're wanting some now… And if I give you some sugar what do I get in return?" Tasha looked thoughtful.

"Hmmm… uh… you get… whatever I have in my pocket." This time he pouted.

"That's it?"

"Did you want something specific?" She asked, cocking her head as she grinned. He grinned back.

"Maybe…" Tasha chuckled.

"Well I can't give it, if you don't tell me what it is." She commented, drawing a swirl on his chest with her finger.

"I can't concentrate when you're doing that…"

"Doing what?" she continued to draw.

"That, drawing on my chest with your finger." Tasha cocked her head, drawing the swirl in reverse.

"How is this distracting you?" he sighed.

"Never mind… What did you have in mind on sugar that you wanted." She paused for a moment.

"Actually, I didn't really want any. You just assumed I did."

"Ok…" God she is so tempting! WHY!? I just need to give up… he thought sighing, Tasha cocked her head, starting to draw circles again.

"What's with you?"

"Nothing. Frustrated with myself is all."

"Did you do something to yourself?"

"You could say that." Tasha tilted her head, walking her fingers up to play with the top button of his collar.

"How so?" he sighed heavier.

"I put myself in a situation, that should have been avoided."

"You did?" she ran her fingers down, then started to draw circles again. He grunted. "Why did you do that? When?"

"Never mind." Tasha started to toy with the button by her hand, turning her head so she peered up at him.

"Is it something bad?"

"In a way."

"Aww, poor Ita." She nuzzled her head into his chest, he sighed once more. Why is it getting so hard to resist? This is so frustrating!! Why did I put myself in this position? He thought to himself. "Am I bothering you?" she asked, looking up with puppy eyes. He shook his head.

"No." Tasha tilted her head.

"You sure?"

"Yes I'm sure." No you're not! Stop lying to yourself. Shut up you! No one asked you! Mind your own business. Oh but I am… considering I'm you.. DUH! Shut up. He thought. Tasha licked the bottom of his chin, he twitched looking down at her. "Was that necessary?" Tasha pouted.

"I thought It might make you feel better…" he smiled at her. Oh you have no idea! Didn't I tell you to shut up?! Leave me alone… this is my mind too you know… that doesn't mean anything to me! He thought, Tasha tilted her head. She sighed, licking him again, which made him twitch again.

"Ok… if your going to keep doing that, I'm going to bite your tongue." No you won't and you know it. SHUT THE HELL UP ALREADY! He thought. Tasha whimpered, looking sad. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you feel bad or anything."

"I was only trying to make you stop with the weird expression…" he cocked his head.

"What weird expression?"

"You keep making a strange face for some reason." She returned to drawing circles on his chest. He tilted her head so that he could kiss her. God you just couldn't resist any longer now could you? He thought, as she returned the kiss, seemingly startled, he chuckled.

"Did I startle you?" she licked his nose, he twitched.

"Did that make you twitch?" she grinned.

"Smart ass." He mumbled under his breath. He licked her nose back. She raised a brow, cocking her head.

"I heard that." She giggled, poking his forehead.

"Maybe you were suppose to hear it." She pouted turning her head and licking his ear. He twitched, almost falling off the bed. She giggled, cupping his face in her hands.

"It's just too cute when you twitch." He grumbled.

"Glad you think so." She smiled.

"Of course." She said kissing his neck, he started trembling. She raised a brow. "Cute!" she giggled.

"Here we go again." He mumbled. Aww come on you know you want it to happen…didn't I tell you already to shut up?! He thought, rolling his eyes at himself, Tasha gave him a confused look.

"Uh… what?"

"Nothing. Just that this is how it started earlier, after you had your sugar." Tasha made a face, huffed and rolled over. God! I need to learn to shut up…Thank you! Finally your listening to me! He thought, as he sighed, bringing his hand up to stroke her arm. She relaxed, so he kept stroking her arm, rolling over onto his side. She shifted slightly, so that her back was against his chest. He sighed, and stopped stroking her arm. I can't do this anymore, I need to stop. He thought. She leaned back a bit, tilting her head to look up at him.

"I'm sorry." He looked at her, cocking his head.

"What for?"

"For being myself I suppose. You just seem sort of out of it, so I felt I should say it." He raised a brow, sighing.

"Why should you be sorry for being yourself? I'm having a hard time resisting you. That's why I seem to be out of it." At least she's talking to me again. He thought, as she raised a brow, looking curious.

"Resisting me? I'm not even doing anything!"

"Yes, resisting you. You don't have to do anything, that's the problem. You just laying here beside me is tempting me." Tasha giggled.

"That's silly. How could I do that?" he rolled his eyes.

"Easier than you think."

"So just by being myself, I'm tempting you? That would explain the random molestation's." he grumbled.

"Ok. So I'll stop then." He said, turning back to lay on his back. Tasha turned to look at him, pouting.

"Meanie."

"How am I being a meanie?"

"I was just getting comfortable."

"I'm sorry. I figured that you didn't want to be touched anymore. And didn't want to tempt me anymore." Tasha made a face.

"I'm sure I could do that without touching you." She rolled so that she was laying on her stomach, she propped her head up on her hands.

"This is true. But it's less tempting when I'm not touching you." Ok just shut up now… he thought sighing, frustrated with himself. Tasha raised a brow.

"Oh? Really?" she put her hands down and stretched, arching her back like a cat. "I'm half tempted to test that."

"Please don't. I'm trying to behave myself, and your making it really hard to do that."

"Aww, but that's no fun." He rolled his eyes.

"I know. And this isn't any fun for me either." Tasha giggled, shifting so that she sat back on her heels.

"Now I'm tempted. Hehe." She gave a little laugh, clapping her hands together once.

"What are you thinking about?" she leaned over him, still grinning.

"Oh, not much."

"Great. What have I gotten myself into now?" Tasha cocked her head.

"A dangerous situation." She kissed his nose. He twitched. Why couldn't I have kept my mouth shut for once?! He thought as he fidgeted, she grinned, placing a hand on his leg, drawing a line slowly upwards. He trembled under her touch.

"What are you doing to me?" she snickered.

"Not much." She ran her hand back down, just as slow. He trembled even more, as he fidgeted.

"Thanks for the test, that I'm going to horribly fail."

"You're welcome." She giggled, moving her hand up once more. He trembled again, trying to move his hand to swat at hers, but failed miserably. She laughed as she moved her hand farther up, playing with the elastic around his waist.

He couldn't help but tremble, but at the same time smiled. She unbuttoned the bottom button of his cloak, running her fingers along the bare skin at the edge of his shirt. He felt like there was a monster inside him ready to come out. He reached up running his hands up under her shirts. He started pulling them off, then running his hands up and down her sides, slowly. She gasped, trembling slightly, he chuckled. She stuck out her tongue, running her fingers slowly up his muscles. He pulled her down, trapping her in a kiss wrapping his arms around her waist. And here we thought that nothing would happen… quite funny isn't it? He thought as she returned the kiss, laughing slightly.

"What's so funny?"

"I undid ONE button." She said, cracking up.

"So… you apparently wanted to see how long I could last resisting you this way. Well now you know."

"That's not what I was doing. I just found it funny." She chuckled, placing a leg between his. He raised a brow.

"What were you doing then? Because you could have fooled me." She giggled, placing a hand on the bare skin just at his hip.

"Exactly what it felt like, duh silly." He raised a brow.

"You like messing with my mind. don't you?" he said stroking her sides again. She trembled slightly, gasping softly. She poked him in the head, then sat back, starting to unbutton his cloak again. "Why did you poke me in the head for?" he asked rubbing where she poked, in mock hurt.

"For making me gasp." She stuck her tongue out at him as she finished unbuttoning the cloak, he laughed slightly. She traced her fingers along the outline of his muscles through the shirt.

"That feels good. Keep going." ((Author falls on floor laughing, still suffering from head trauma, clutching sides, CANT BREATHE!! Croak… sorry but this is the end… wait… I'm not dead?… good for you guys then, I guess I can finish the story.)) Tasha laughed, resting her bottom on his hops as she continued to trace the outline against his clothing. He felt a moan rise in his throat but it started to fade, as he lost his voice all together. He started rubbing her sides, shoulders, and the outside of her legs again, while she was tracing the outline of his muscles. She rocked slightly with the motion. Wow that's new. I like it. He thought as she pushed his shirt up a bit, running her fingers along the bare skin of his stomach. He felt another moan rise to his throat, only this time it escaped. She smiled a bit, pushing her fingers slowly higher. He closed his eyes, leaning forward to kiss her on the lips, then trailing his kisses down to her collar. Once he got to her collar, he nipped at the skin slightly. She slid his cloak off his shoulders as well as his shirt. He smiled against her skin, deciding to reach around and take her bra off. She ran her fingers up along his bare back, still rocking. He twitched, moving his hands to her chest massaging her slowly. She moaned, leaning back slightly, as her legs tightened around his waist. He laughed softly to himself, continuing to massage her softly, still nipping at her skin, only moved up to her neck. Ok so this is turning out differently than I had thought it would have…well considering you didn't think that this was going to happen, of course it's different dumb ass. He thought to himself, as he moved to kiss her. She returned the kiss, bringing her hands up to tangle in his hair. Itachi slowly slid his hands from her chest down her sides to the top of her pants stroking the skin just above it, being so tempted to remove them now. She moaned again as her grip on his head tightened, her legs starting to tremble. He laughed against her lips, moving slightly so that he could remove her pants and panties easier. She giggled between gasps.

"That's just going to make that harder…" she mumbled.

"I'm trying my best at the moment…"

He then went back to nipping her neck, and slowly stroking her sides, giving up for now on taking off her pants. Her moans slowly started to increase in volume, her entire body beginning to tremble. He laughed lightly. She wrapped her legs tighter, her hands moving down to stroke his back. He twitched slightly, as he felt a moan rise again. He felt a strange sensation run through his entire body, sending shivers down his spine. He went back to kissing her neck down to her collar, then up to her mouth, trailing his tongue along her skin. He felt her shiver and her legs twitch. She made a noise, bringing her head down to lie on his shoulder. He looked over at her raising a brow.

"Are you ok?" he said panting.

"Tease." She said licking his shoulder. He twitched, as another shiver ran down his spine.

"Yep. You are too though." He said nipping the skin on her neck.

He felt her begin to tremble again, making a noise, she returned the gesture, nipping him as well. He twitched, moaning louder than before. She smiled in between pants, licking up his neck to gently nip his ear. He trembled, moaning again. ((Author twitching)) she laughed softly, gently pulling away to sit beside him, holding her arms out. He raised a brow, cocking his head slightly. He shifted so that he could remove her pants. He took them off easily, laughing slightly over the fact that he still had his on. She stuck out her tongue laughing as well, he grabbed her tongue with his teeth, and she squeaked, placing her hands against his chest. He raised a brow at her. She raised a brow at him, reaching up to tap him in the forehead. He pulled back raising a brow.

"What was that for?"

"You bit my tongue meanie." She muttered, wrapping her arms around his head and pulling him into a kiss. He returned the kiss happily wrapping his arms around her waist. What is this feeling?? I have no clue what it is…he thought to himself. She pulled him deeper into the kiss, shifting her weight slightly. He leaned back pulling her on top of him again, not breaking the kiss. Tasha smiled against his lips, pulling back and cocking her head at him.

"Ya lazy bum." She joked, kissing his nose. He twitched wiping his nose.

"No, just thought you would like to be on top." Tasha laughed.

"If I did, I never would have moved in the first place." She sat back, pulling off his pants, he smiled up at her.

"Ok, so what if I am lazy? If I was really lazy, then you would be doing everything, and me doing absolutely nothing." Tasha raised a brow, tilting her head.

"No, this wouldn't be happening at all. I'd have taken a nap." He chuckled.

"You sure? Because I think you're having too much fun." Tasha rolled her eyes, sitting with her bottom between his legs.

"Uhuh. I'm half tempted to take a nap now, but judging by something else, you'd be disappointed." She said with a grin, poking his boxers, he blushed.

"You're right, I would be disappointed. But I think you would be pretty disappointed yourself."

"You sure?"

"Yep. I think your having too much fun, to stop now."

"Bet your cloak on that?" he raised a brow.

"What your not having fun?" he said in mock hurt. Tasha rolled her eyes.

"Hmmm… let me think about that…" she said, leaning back on her elbows, he looked hurt.

"Aww… come on… you seemed to be having so much fun earlier." Tasha raised a brow.

"Hmm, really?" she flopped back, stretching her arms up into the air, examining the ceiling. He pouted.

"So then you weren't?"

"Oh I was, I've just gotten too lazy to get back up." He sighed, moving to get on top of her, kissing her softly. She smiled against his lips, wrapping her arms around his neck. He ran his hands down her sides slowly, and she twitched, moaning softly, he laughed softly to himself. He trailed kisses from her bottom lip, down to her stomach, trailing his tongue every once in awhile. She gasped, he felt her starting to tremble. He smiled against her stomach, working his way back up, as he stroked her sides again. She shivered, moaning and fidgeting as he moved. He paused for a second to look at her, then resumed. He moved his hands from her sides down to the inside of her thighs, stroking them soft and slow. He felt her legs start to shake under his touch. He moved to her neck nipping the skin, still stroking her inner thighs, moving his fingers up ever so slightly with every stroke. She kept moaning, her hands taking hold of his hair as she began to squirm. He paused for a moment, looking at her, then continued. She moaned more, as her legs trembled harder. He moved his hands up to take her panties off, tossing them on the floor. He shifted slightly, reaching up to take his boxers off as well. He got them off and tossed them to the floor. After he tossed them to the floor, he slowly lowered his body on top of hers, penetrating her. She gasped, wrapping her legs up around his hips. Her hands slid down to grip his back as she shivered. He flinched, but found out that she wasn't really digging her nails in, so he laughed to himself. I can't believe that I just flinched when she didn't even dig her nails in… hmmm… he thought to himself as he started kissing her neck, going slightly faster. He started to moan softly, she traced the fingers of one hand up and down his back, her hips responding to his movement. Itachi trembled, fidgeting slightly as her hand ran up and down his back, moaning louder. ((Author dying from shock for the fact that he's louder than she is… making head trauma worse by hitting head on bar.)) She began to get louder, as her other hand began to trace along his back as well. He twitched again, as his breath escaped his chest in one loud moan. He tried to gasp for air, but it didn't work, so instead he bit lightly into her collar, trying to steady himself. She made a noise, flinching slightly. She shivered, continuing the movement of her hands as her legs shifted to get a better hold on him. He started to tremble under her touch as she ran her hands up and down his back, he let go of her collar moving back up to her lips, kissing her softly, yet passionately. Finally he felt himself release inside her, she shivered, her legs tightening as she came a few moments later. She started relaxing, moving her hands up to tangle her fingers in his hair. He relaxed his body, kissing her softly from her lips to her collar, pulling out of her.

"You know… at this rate I really will get pregnant." She mumbled, twirling a lock of his hair around a finger.

"You never know, that maybe what I want.." she raised a brow, chuckling.

"Do you think you make that good of a father figure?" he raised a brow.

"Never really thought of it."

"You might want to." I guess she's right. Maybe I should be… just in case… what would I do? Honestly I don't even remember how my dad was around me… he thought.

"Yeah, maybe I should." Tasha laughed.

"Don't go serious on me, it's a what if. Which means it might or might not happen."

"Well, I should be thinking about it just in case… You never know. Do you think I would be a good father figure?" Tasha went quiet for a few moments, looking thoughtful.

"Um… well… let's see.. you killed almost your entire clan… and turned your younger brother into a suicidal gay pirate… um…" she went quiet again, making a face. "Maybe?" he sighed.

"So then in other words you don't think so." Maybe she's right. Maybe I wouldn't make a good father. How am I to change to become a good father? He thought to himself sighing again, Tasha cocked her head.

"Well… mass murderers can make good parents too… as long as you don't try and steal you kids eyes.. or make him kill his best friend, you should be fine." he raised a brow.

"What makes you think that I would do that?" she shrugged.

"Just saying…" she yawned, stretching a bit, he raised a brow again.

"Tired?"

"Quite."

"You can sleep here if you want. I don't mind." Tasha yawned again, giggling.

"It might help if you weren't looming over me, but alright." He laughed.

"You're right. Good night." He shifted to lay beside her. She took his blanket, wrapped it around herself and curled up, falling asleep. He wrapped his arm around her waist, falling asleep shortly after.

Itachi woke hours later stretched, then realized something was missing. He sat up looking around the room, it looked as if he was the only one ever in there, other than the fact that his clothes were tossed on the floor by the bed. Where did Tasha go? I thought I fell asleep with her by my side, and now she's gone. He thought as he panicked.