A/N: The next bonus chapter will be... what I mentioned writing a long time ago to the people who read this story the first time. I hope you are excited. I am. I'll try my best to make it good!

Kakuzu

Kakuzu rested his chin in his hand and glared at the computer screen. Whatever is on it must be making him angry. Sumire's eyes roved over his expression of irritation. He wasn't wearing a mask today and his straight black hair was falling around his face. A bit of heat rose to her cheeks as she noticed the strength in the lines of his face. His jawline was square. His shoulders were broad and muscular, though hidden beneath his dress shirt. His lips were curved into a frown, the lines leading outwards from them made him look dangerous.

Sumire's lips parted as she stared at him. He's… like… the definition of masculine… When someone is thinking about… I want to be ravaged by a man… this is probably the type of man they think of… I mean I think… I mean… no… what? Um…

His eyebrows knitted and he released a low sigh. She recalled how deep his voice was. She found herself fidgeting nervously. Her fingers squeezing the stack of papers in her hands. Maybe if I was older… or if he were younger… not that he looks that old… damn… wait. No. Sumire. What the hell? Stop.

"What are you looking at?"

She snapped from her thoughts and shook her head.

"Nothing. Here." She finally set the papers on his desk.

Koizumi. Sumire. No. Focus.

Tobi

Her stomach hurt from laughing. They had been at it for a long time and only after a few moments their stares would break. She would double-over in laughter, but she would quickly challenge him again.

"I will not lose this time." She declared.

Beneath his mask, he was smiling. She counted to three and she focused on his single visible eye and he stared back at her with the same intensity. He wiggled his eyebrow and she bit her lip. He wiggled his eyebrow more dramatically and she let out another bout of gasping laughter.

"This… is not… fair!"

Her hands were pressing to the aching muscles in her abdomen.

"I would so win if you didn't have the mask!"

"Fine."

They were alone in the backstage. He slid the mask up until it was resting on the top of his head and he counted to three. Their gazes locked and remained steady. She felt she could hold it longer, but as she gazed into his black eyes her heart skipped a beat. He was smiling at her as they had their contest. A blush came upon her face. Tobi is… really handsome…

Her eyes darted away and she blinked, straightening, her head turning away.

"Huh?"

"I don't want to play anymore."

"What's up?"

"You win. You're better at this game."
"Hmm." He slipped the mask back over his face. "We should play a different game."
"What?"

"Sticks?"

"The game with the fingers?"

"Yeah!"

"Okay!"

Her excitement returned and they both held out their hands to begin the next game.

Kisame

Sumire released a few high pitched struggling sounds as she rose onto the very tips of her toes. Curse. My. Shortness! Why couldn't they be on the lower shelf? Sasori-sama probably can't reach them, but then… he probably would just order someone to get them for him. She released a loud huff and dropped back onto her heels.

"Having trouble?"

She tilted her head back and looked up at the grinning blue-skinned man.

"I'm fine," she said shortly, pouting at the wall.

He watched her with amusement as she hopped up. Her fingers brushed the paper towels back further from her reach and she groaned. She saw him reaching over her.

"I can do it!" she hissed pushing his hand away.

She made another attempt at leaping for the paper towels but her fingers could no longer touch the edge of the plastic. A chuckle came from behind her and she let out a loud gasp. Two large hands grasped her midriff.

Oh my god. Oh my god. I was right. His hands are huge. They… oh my god.

She yelped as she was lifted off the ground and her hands clasped against her chest. She quivered. The tips of his fingers touched across her stomach, his thumbs were only a few inches apart on her back.

"You can reach it now."

Her shaking fingers took the paper towels from the shelf and he gently set her down. His hands slipped away from her slowly and she remained where she was, taking deep breaths to calm her rapid pulse. He watched her as her thighs pressed together and she squirmed.

"…thanks…" her voice was faint.

"Anytime." He had leaned down slightly to whisper it near her ear and his grinned returned to his face when she shivered.

His footsteps left the supply closet.

Maybe… when this internship is over… I will pay him a visit… no. No. Stop it Sumire. Stop it. Just focus on completing this job.

Hidan

"You suck!"

She drunkenly slapped at his arm, glaring at him with a flushed face. He narrowed his eyes at her.

"No, that's something that girls do."
"You are a piece of shit."

He brought a beer can to his lips.
"Can't argue with that."

"Why… are you such… a… ass?"

"Careful baby, you piss me off you don't know what'll happen."

"This is why… this is why I think you are a piece of shit."

He looked confused.

"You want to fuck me?"

His eyes widened in shock.

"Okay, I get it. You want to have sex with me! That's fine!" she let her head fall, after a moment she looked up at him again. "There's nothing wrong with wanting to have sex with someone Hidan!"

He continued to stare at her.

"It's just, you're so fucking pushy and when you don't get what you want you bitch and moan."

She sighed loudly.

"And then when you feel insulted you threaten me! Threaten me!" she yelled.

"Oi, hold on."

"Yes, that was a threat!"

"Wait, Sumire."

"Don't fucking threaten me!"

He could see her on the verge of crying.

"I'm sorry." He said finally.

She headbutted his shoulder.

"Ouch."

"Jerk." She snuggled against his arm. "You handsome jerk."

The edge of his lip curled into a grin.

"Be less of a jerk and I'll fuck you." She nuzzled his bicep.

"I'm gonna hold you to that."

"You aren't gonna hold me to shit."
His grin widened. She sat up straight just as people began to return to Kisame's living room.

Deidara

Sumire followed behind the blonde as they walked back to the concert hall. She bit her lip as she studied the form walking in front of her. So, where the hell was this guy when I was in middle school? He… oh right… he was in high school. We never would have met. Damn. We may be the same age, but life pushed me back… damn… damn… They paused at a crosswalk. He ran his fingers through his hair and rested a hand on his waist, looking at the cars as they passed him.

Sumire what are you even thinking about?

The light changed and he started walking across the street. Oh. That's what you're thinking about… She lightly jogged after him, her eyes still locked on him as he moved. He turned around to say something and she immediately looked up at him.

Sumire. You're an idiot.

Sasori

Her eyes widened when she saw a maniacal look appear on his face. He was so focused that the whites of his eyes surrounded the constricting pupils. His lips remained in a straight line, his hands were moving along the wood precisely, smoothly. Sumire squeezed the edge of her shirt and shifted slightly. Instead of changing his attention to her slight movement, he seemed to become even more enthralled with the work before him.

Whoa, he really is getting into it.

His fingers danced along the slab of wood as he carved.

He's… probably… no stop it, no bad thoughts. Especially of him. Her gaze fell upon his red hair and the sexy unkempt way he always had it. He's probably a freak in bed… Seriously. I said stop it. No bad thoughts!

Itachi

I have to admit, the Uchiha men are really handsome. I cannot stand Sasuke, but the one thing he's got going is he's super handsome. She pushed a fader up and he was bathed in a bright yellow light. He just. Is so. Freaking. Attractive. The stage lights were made for him.

Sumire you are corny as fuck.

Again, stop thinking about it. If there was one guy I could accidentally fall for… it would be… oh, next cue…

Nagato

On the way to the restroom, she saw Pein standing in the middle of the foyer. He had his phone in his hand and he was staring intently at the screen. She tilted her head slightly as she neared him, his hand went to the phone screen and she saw him flicking his finger. She muffled her laugh with her sleeve and quickly entered the restroom.

A few minutes later she exited and walked back into the concert hall. He was in one the aisles now, still holding his phone, only this time he was waving it around as though he were searching for something. Sumire quietly giggled to herself. So cute.

A/N: Even Sumire has strange thoughts sometimes. See you all soon!