Hey! This is a…….rather long chapter :) Thanks tehbeastxx for the idea……again!

Some people say that one can never change. I beg to differ. I've been there and done that. Not the begging part. Being thrown into Orochimaru's den was probably the best, yet obviously worse, thing that's ever happened in my life. At first, I was just a spy, but then……okay, I was a spy until the end. Point is, so much has changed since then. Before, Sasuke used to be a stupid jerk. Now, he's still a stupid jerk. (I'll talk about him later).

While I was in Orochimaru's pitiful excuse for a posse, I had been cruel. Well, at least now I thought I was—and that's saying something. I used to hurt people just for the heck of it. Sasuke was my main enemy at that time. And I was naïve, ignorant, about the truth of my clan.

Once Orochimaru was slain, by Sasuke (and a considerable heap of help from yours truly), I 'joined' Hebi. Let me tell you this now, they were a pain in the ass. Suigetsu was like a naggy brother that I would never even dream of having. Juugo was…..well, I have nothing against him. But Karin. Oh, that poor little bitch! I hated her with all my passion. As a matter of fact, I still hate her. And last but not least—Sasuke.

Okay, I'm not going to lie to anyone anymore. Oh, and the 'anyone' only pertains to myself. I'm falling for Sasuke, not that I was going to say that out loud (even the mere thought of it sickens me), and I hit the floor—hard. I mean, Sasuke was good looking. Oh to hell with that; he was the type of guy that I would stop to look at on a busy street while cars casually trample over me. Plus, he could be smart and……..nice? In a half-assed, attitude filled manner, of course. Don't get me wrong, I still hate him with all my heart.

The sunlight was drenching my sight, even though my eyes were shut closed. Wait, sunlight? Last time I checked, most of the Akatsuki's base didn't even have fluorescent lights, much less sunlight. Oh that was right, I was on that dreaded (loved) Akatsuki island, not the base.

Seeing that it might have been a good idea to flutter my tired eyelids open, I did. My room was more than beautiful, it was goddess-worthy. And I'm not just saying that because I'm in here. Just kidding, but seriously, it looked as if some freaking topical goddess decided to bunk here and just left. That's what I call luxurious.

My bed, canopy lined with gold and all, was on a pedestal, as if someone were to worship me while I slept. That would have been just a little, over-the-top awkward. Anyhow, two sofas was perched on the 'pedestal', sandwiching my bed. The rest of the room was in the same theme, made from what I believe was the finest materials. Kakuzu must have been really mad.

Stretching, I made my way over to the over-sized bathroom. No need to explain my daily routine, so I won't.

"Morning," Konan greeted me with a small smile as I elegantly entered the kitchen—not. I was in no way elegantly entering. See, I just got lost in the god-forsaken place! There were maps in my room, but I decided to use my uber good ninja skills and try to find my way to the kitchen. Thanks to my stupid ego, all I learned was that: 1) I should never get too prideful. And 2) Whoever built this house must have loved pitfalls.

Wouldn't that be enough to explain the terrible clump of….thing…..otherwise known as Katsumi?

"Are you okay?" Konan asked, raising her eyebrow out of curiosity. Was Konan blind? A stinking two year old could tell that I was not okay! Not at all!

"Yes," I glared, my tone dripping—no, drenching—with sarcasm, "I look like I fell off a cliff, which mind you, I practically did, and I'm perfectly fine! No, I'm better than fine, I feel like I'm in heaven!" I smiled with a mock sweetness, "So yes, I'm fine." Knowing me, Konan just rolled her eyes, as if indicating that she could never win. Either that, or she thought that I was an immature brat……and I don't like to think of myself as the latter, so my victory it is! "So," I looked at Konan curiously, who was making pancakes, "Couldn't they cook for themselves?"

"Only if you want this house to burn down," She replied in a cool manner with a tint of a smirk plastered on her face. I scoffed, knowing exactly what she meant.

"I'm fucking hungry, you stupid bitches!" An angry so-called-priest yelled from the dining room, which, like the rest of the house—er, mansion—was grand. You know what I hated more than Sasuke? Someone calling me a bitch for no reason. Yes, that was a rhetorical question, kiddies.

"As if I care," I glared at Hidan, with a glare that only I could muster. Okay, maybe Itachi and Sasuke could to it too…….yeah, that glare.

"I don't fucking care if you care, you fucking bimbo," The white haired……thing……smirked at me while eyeing me suggestively. Oh, how I loathed that pathetic excuse for a human being!

"Bimbo?" I eyed him curiously.

"Yeah, you fucking whore,"

"I wouldn't call me that if I were you,"

"Why the fuck not, fucking whore," Bitch.

"Have I slept with some stupid bastard?! Have I been caught kissing ten guys?! Yeah, you tell me what a fucking whore is! Unless you don't know the goddamn definition, which is pretty possible, considering your IQ! So unless you fucking know what the fuck and who the fuck you're running your mouth about, you better shut your goddamn mouth, got it?! If you don't, I will fucking cut off your non-existing balls and feed it to a dog!" I glared at him, fuming. What do you expect? This stupid so called priest just ruined my morning.

He looked at me wide eyed, as if a little nervous. I mean, who wouldn't be? I was holding a kitchen knife in one hand, and shouting like a crazed lunatic. To top it off, I was a mess from falling into the pitfalls. I looked like I belonged in a rehab center.

"You look like you need rehab, un," Deidara magically appeared from the doorway, smirking at my form. I brushed the invisible dust off my arms and regained my composure.

"Wouldn't be talking if I were you, Barbie," I sneered, ready to throw the knife at anyone. Deidara just huffed and walked away, since Pein strictly said 'No explosion allowed in the compound.'

"You should eat," Konan quietly handed me a plate of……pancakes, I think. I wasn't so sure. It was more or less a pile of pancake like material. I poked it with my finger, wondering if it was edible or not. "Don't worry, it's safe," Konan smirked, as if reading my mind. I just scoffed and snatched the plate from her. Lady-like, aren't I?

The sun was warm, as if it were filling me up with life's energy. The warmth seeped through my veins and into my heart. What a load of bullshit. As if my heart felt warm. Thanks to a certain priest that curses like a sailor, I am currently deprived of my excellent mood, not that there was one to begin with. Again, I was on the beach, just relaxing in a bikini. This time, I wore a red one with a lacey, gothic look.

I observed everyone—and everything, as a matter of fact—on the beach. It seemed to me that the people here ranged from the mid teens to late twenties. It was definitely a party island. And I had no problem with that. Actually, yes I did. Unlike most girls my age, I hated to party. What was the point of staying up all night and getting drunk? It's not like I'm uptight; I'm just not a party, clubbing, social activity girl. Being a ninja—an S ranked kick-ass one at that—would do that to you.

From the corner of my eye, I noticed that a guy was walking towards me. With raven black hair and stunning blue eyes, he could have passed for a Uchiha, minus the blue eyes, of course.

"Hey," He grinned, while sitting next to me. Apparently, people don't understand the concept of privacy these days. "I haven't seen you around here. Are you new?" No, I've been here all my life, but I was invisible before.

"No. I was invisible all my life," I refused the urge to roll my eyes drastically. The boy, probably around 17, chuckled darkly.

"Smart-ass type, eh?"

"So you've noticed,"

"Good, I thought that you were some godforsaken squealing pigs—er, girls," I had to laugh to that. So I did. I think that he and I would get along pretty well. And that's saying something.

"And I thought that you would be those stupid bas—boys," I stated while studying my scroll, as if he weren't even there.

"Cliché,"

"Hn,"

"What's your name?"

"Take a guess," that would have sounded flirty, except that I was reading a scroll, practically ignoring what he was talking about.

"I'm smart, but not that smart."

"Katsumi,"

"What?"

"You wanted my name, right?"

"Oh, I'm Ren,"

"Nice to know," The last thing I looked was interested, and I'm sure that he got the drift.

"I'm guessing that you're about 17?" Or maybe he didn't.

"16," I smirked and turned to him. And god, his eyes were blue. "Are you implying that I look old?"

"Nah," He smirked back, happy that I turned to face him. "You just look more…..mature." the way he said mature was pretty suggestive.

"Good, because assuming makes an ass out of you and me,"

"You kind of already one, so that would only make an ass out of me,"

"What a nice first impression your setting," I rolled my eyes, not necessarily offended by his comment—I've heard worse.

"Thank you, I knew I was hot, but you don't have to stare," I realized that I was staring—glaring, actually—at him. More like his blue, blue eyes. I felt as if someone—something—was pulling me in. I didn't know what. For some reason, I knew that I wasn't falling into his eyes for no reason. No, it wasn't that I thought he was hot. Well he was, but I wouldn't stand in traffic to watch him. It was like a pull I couldn't resist. It was like gravity.

"Cut the crap," I glared, my eyes suddenly turning crimson red, but not activating the Itami Yamigan. Yet. "Stop your thing too,"

"What thing?"

"Don't act innocent,"

"I'm not,"

"What jutsu are you using?"

"None,"

"Lies," I gave him a look that could make even Sasuke—the poster child for 'cool-boy'—cringe in a corner and cry.

"You got me," He threw up his hands comically in a sign of defeat, "It's my Kekkei Genkai. I can make girls fall for me very easily, but you were kind of hard."

"I find that as a compliment,"

"You should," He smirked, "It's hot." Okay, I was so out of here.

"Goodbye," I turned to leave, but that stranger just grabbed my arm. I yanked my arm back to me—the true owner of it—making him fall on his face. It was really amusing, really. "I meant it,"

"Sorry, girl," He smirked seductively, "Is that your guy?" He jerked his finger at a certain someone. A certain duck-butted someone.

"No," I glared at Sasuke, who was glaring at me with no emotions, or so it seemed. But I saw true him. I could tell that he was a tad amused and a lot……um…….angry? Who knows? "I don't know him," I hissed, already pissed that Ren was trying to win me over with something as stupid as a Kekkei Genkai. Sasuke continued to glare daggers at me—as if Ren wasn't bad enough.

I walked away from the two, not caring if they wanted me back.

After the little incident, I decided to go home and take a long shower. Sasuke hasn't been any less crueler to me. Sad, really. I had no idea where the rest of the Akatsuki were. Everything was great, until I saw Sasuke. Sasuke with Karin.

Karin was leaning seductively onto Sasuke and trying to lure him into her evil grasp. That happens almost every day. The weird thing was that Sasuke wasn't fighting her. He wasn't necessarily enjoying it either, but still. He. Was. Not. Fighting. Her. It might me want to cringe and rip Karin's throat out. Was this jealousy? Heck no; I was mad at Karin and Sasuke. If Sasuke wanted to play this way, then I'm going to beat him at his own game. I swore I saw him glaring at me, as if saying 'revenge'.

Revenge was simple, and I could begin it as soon as possible. And me, being me, I did. I found Deidara in his room, making a clay sculpture—go figure. Where else would he be?

"Deidara," I called out, not really sure if I could ever regain my pride after this. Egotistical much? Yes, I can be.

"What are you doing in my room, un?" He glared at me, while throwing a kunai, which I easily dodged, in my way. What was his problem?

"Stick up your ass?"

"NO, un,"

"Fine, so you have a forest up your ass,"

"Must be talking about yourself, un,"

"I'm here to ask for a favor so just shut up,"

"So you swallowed your pride, un?"

"I'm just making a good example for other people,"

"Don't throw it back out, now, yeah,"

"Shut up,"

"So……..the favor, yeah?"

"Right," I took a deep breath, "I met this guy on the beach and he somehow used his Kekkei Genkai on me that made me so transfixed on his eyes. Then, Sasuke comes over and acts like an ass, not that he wasn't anyways. I mean, what the fuck did I do to that damned asswipe anyways? So then, to get back at me, he's 'getting together' with Karin, which he sucks at pretending."

"And why do you care, hmmm?"

"I don't,"

"Really, yeah?"

"I just don't want Karin to feel any satisfaction,"

"Or are you jealous, un?"

"I can never be jealous of Karin," And that was the truth. I mean, what's there to be jealous of? I just didn't like the idea of her all over the duck-butt. "I want you to pretend to be my guy," Ouch, my pride just got shot.

"Let me think, yeah," He comically wondered, "No, yeah."

"You better say yes," I glared at him with a look full of pure hatred. It didn't make it any better that I was holding a kunai in my right hand a whip of darkness in my right.

"Fine, fine, yeah," He shivered, "Just don't kill me." I smirked triumphantly.

I left his room, dragging the blonde along with me, whether he liked it or not. I found Sasuke at the same place where he was before—in Karin's room. Knowing him, he probably got mauled there by her. Maybe I should have just left him there until he gets tortured enough. Actually, that was a good idea.

"Deidara," I turned to the blonde, who was more than a little pissed at me for doing this.

"What, yeah?"

"I change my mind," I grinned evilly, "I'll just leave him there." When I turned around, I saw that Deidara was already gone. I didn't think that I was that scary.

I stood in front of Karin's door for what seemed like days but was only merely five minutes. What can you say? I lack patience. Sure enough, Sasuke stormed out the door, barely glancing at me, while Karin was begging him to stay. What was wrong with him? He was cruel to me before, but never this jacked up. Personally, I don't care.

"Katsumi," A cold voice that I surprisingly missed called out from behind me.

"What, you couldn't live without talking to me?"

"Who was that guy?"

"Are you my parents?"

"No,"

"So leave my personal life alone,"

"Who was he?"

"Why do you care?" I was on the verge of lashing out at him out of pure frustration. I turned around sharply to face him.

"I don't,"

"Then don't ask!" That was the final straw! This bastard was such a jerk. There were times that I wanted Sasuke to care about me, times where we got on each other's nerves in a light manner, and there were times like this….. "Why the fuck do you have to pry into my private life? That's what it is—private—meaning that you have no business to look into it! It's not like he raped me or anything, so stop acting like you own me, because we all know that you don't."

"Hn," He walked off, looking emotionless as ever, but also a little hurt. Okay, maybe I went a little over the top.

"Sasuke!" I called out, running after him. This sounds like some stupid cliché movie: Girl runs after boy. Or something of that sort. I followed him—which was rather hard, seeing that he was fast—all the way to the roof. What was he, a cat? Finally, he turned around.

"What?" He glared at me, Sharingan—Mangekyou Sharingan—activated. I stared at it wide-eyed. I was so absorbed into his eyes. Not because of beauty or any crap like that. It had raw power. Now I'm jealous.

"S-sorry," The words tasted so foreign in my mouth. My pride was hacked into tiny pieces and I saw it fall right in front of me.

"Good," He smirked. Then I realized: he was acting all stupid and jerky………so I could say sorry? What. Was. His. Problem?!

"What?" I dared him to say that again.

"What's wrong with your hearing?" He still wore that amused smirk on his stupid, pretty little face….that I was going to break.

"Bastard," I hissed, ready to chase him down to the end of the earth and decapitate him. "Better start running. 3. 2." Before I could even say one, I launched out, ready to kill him.

Out of all the great guys on earth, why him?

I was wondering………should I start an Akatsuki fanfic?

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