Since I have shit for inspiration, here's some more Terah Goodness. It's very short, but my mind has died for this story. I will get a few more chapter sup, but I think it's gonna stop at the end of MIMTK instead of continuing into STK.

Try to enjoy it.

~oOo~

This was humiliating. Beyond humiliating. Never in a million years would I have worn something like this willingly.

I glared at my reflection, like it was the girl in the mirror's fault I was wearing a mesh shirt and a mini skirt. Which, in a way, it was. If I hadn't let them talk me into letting them design my outfits top-to-bottom for the past several days, I wouldn't have been subjected to this in the first place. I could be relaxing comfortably in my usual black capris and a baggy shirt and my Akatsuki cloak.

Karin pounded on the door again, and I relented at last to letting myself into the open, where the entire base seemed to be waiting to see me and my red-and-black lace bra. I glared heatedly at everyone who stared(and believe me, that was just about everyone) and followed Alice and Karin out to the living room. I sat on the edge on the couch, tucking the skirt down to cover as much as possible and pressing my knees together tightly. My logic constantly reminded me that I was not allowed to attack Karin. If only Leader and Konan were out for the day...

Alice flicked through a few channels before settling on some kids show that Kat squealed about. I felt my eye twitch.

Karin babbled for a while about kami-knows-what, probably just wanting to listen to herself. I grit my teeth, ignoring Hidan's comment about my outfit- something about showing some leg. I was sorely tempted to try using the remote for a kunai. Alice cast me a knowing look and smiled just a tiny bit before returning her attention to the TV. My tail twitched, bunched uncomfortably against the couch cushion.

Just a few more hours. A few hours and you're home free. You can do this. You can totally-

"Oi, Terah!" Karin whined. "Get me something to eat!"

Kill this bitch right now.

~oOo~

He wasn't entirely sure what had brought him to the livingroom, but damn, was he glad it did. While seeing Terah was a definite good thing in his day, and watching Karin get her ass beat was something he'd looked foreward to, it wasn't everyday that he got to watch Terah beat the living shit out of the red-haired slut in a skimpy outfit.

And, as strange as it might be, seeing her work up a sweat, little splatters of blood flying from her fist and Karin's mouth... It was sexy.

Abruptly, he marched over to the kitsune's side, scooped her up onto his shoulder, and left the room with Terah cursing and swearing the whole way.

~oOo~

Karin gave a muffled groan from the floor where she lay unattended, bleeding rather severely from the face, much to the amusement of everyone else present.

Kat leaned on Alice's shoulder. "How long do you think it'll take before they realize that the whole plan was based around getting Terah to beat up the useless bitch?"

Alice shrugged. "Most of them probably already knew. They're smart criminals. Except Hidan." Said zealot made a noise of protest. "I just wanted to see Karin get her face bashed in, since I'm not allowed to do it and Terah would probably enjoy it just as much as I did."

Itachi sighed from his place near the door. "Alice..."

The brunette waved him off. "Calm down, she'll be fine in a day or two. Unfortunately." Before her lover should inject again, she clapped her hands together. "Who wants lunch? I'm making Pizza."

With a loud clamor the tenants of the livingroom filed out towards the kitchen to enjoy some of Alice's cooking. Karin made another noise from the carpet, and Itachi looked at her for a moment, debating with himself for all of three seconds before following his wife out.

"Guys~" Karin whined, "help me~"

"Sorry," Suigetsu called as he passed by, attracted by the sound of pizza, "there are no brain surgeons on base."

~oOo~

I smiled, trying not to dance like an idiot. Kisame- after a rather long make-out and cuddle session- had offered to loan me a shirt so I wouldn't be stuck in the mesh monstrosity for the rest of the day, so I was now seated at the kitchen table on his lap in an oversized tee-shirt nomming on a slice of slightly cold pizza.

"So, you agreed to let Karin choose your outfits to catch my attention?" Kisame clarified. I nodded. "...What possessed you-?"

"I have absolutely no idea, but I'm glad it's over. I'm never wearing a dress again. Ever."

He smirked, taking a bite of his own slice instead of replying.

"So, can I go finish killing Karin? I'd like to have fun before Leader decides to off me for disobeying orders."

"Terah."

"...Too late."

"This is gonna hurt, isn't it?"

Kisame made an odd noise of uncertainty. My shoulders slumped.

"I'm so dead."

~oOo~

Like I said, it's short, but my inspiration is just... Poof. Gone. Been absolutely non-existent for several months now. I'm sorry if the quality of the story plummets to two-year-old.