Upon arriving at the hideout, Kiken was handed to Konan as she took her to her room, getting out medical supplies in order to bandage up the wounds she had gathered over the course of the day. The cuts and slashes from where the trees had cut her as she ran weren't too bad, and although there were a few bruises and her hands were a little sore from the manacles that had been around her wrists, her injuries weren't too bad, and it wasn't long before Konan left her.

From there Kiken collected the spare clothes she had taken with her, knowing she'd have to get some new ones to replace the ones that had been ripped. Sighing inwardly at this, she then quickly changed into them, looking around her at her room, which she now knew would be a permanent thing; well, in this hideout anyway. After so long wandering around not knowing where she belong, Kiken couldn't help but sigh out loud, thinking over everything and feeling more at home than she had ever done in her life. This was where she belonged. She knew it.

Then abruptly the fact that she would be working with Itachi popped up into her head, and she knew she had to talk to him. Standing quickly, she headed to the door and exited her room, beginning to walk to the lounge. Though for a moment she paused, unsure how to go about starting the conversation, she shook it off, knowing she could think of it once she had gotten there. Kiken wasn't about to talk through it all with the others in the room—she was going to ask Itachi to head somewhere else. Somewhere private.

Though being alone with Itachi now seemed a little more nerve-wracking than before…

Taking a deep breath to calm herself down, Kiken glanced up as she finally reached the lounge, and nodding in greeting at Sasori as he passed through the doorway, she slid past him and went in herself, picking out Itachi immediately. Steeling herself, she began to walk over to him, pushing away her increasing heartbeat and butterflies in her stomach, knowing she had to do this. There wasn't a choice in this; it was something she had to do, no matter what.

Until, of course, Pein appeared in front of her, asking her to come with him to get her cloak.

Gritting her teeth, Kiken contemplated saying she needed a little time to get used to everything first before she got her cloak; that she had things she wanted to take care of first. Maybe mentioning her injuries would allow him to let Kiken speak to Itachi first—or maybe even just stating the truth—but looking over at Itachi, she saw he had gotten up and left the room, and cursing mentally, she gave in.

Nodding, she didn't bother to protest anymore and followed him as he headed off towards his room. Whatever it was; fate, luck, destiny….it didn't exactly seem to be on her side at the moment, and Kiken was starting to think that she'd never get a chance to talk to Itachi. That someone would always be there wanting her to do something; either that or Itachi would have something to do—he would be busy, on a mission or something. Then by that time, it would be too late to do a thing; to speak about what had gone on. Kiken wanted to know desperately what had happened, and how things would continue—how Itachi felt, and whether it was the same as her—but what if everything tried to make it otherwise?

Reaching Pein's room, he let Kiken inside, and after closing the door behind him, he went into the corner and flicked through something over there. She merely stood in the middle of the room, unsure where to stand or how to act considering she was in her leader's room, waiting for when he was ready. Eventually, a few minutes later, he had uncovered what he was looking for, as he moved back and came back over to her. It was at this point that Kiken saw what it was he held; her new cloak, a little smaller than some of the others considering her size as he unfolded it and held it out for her to take.

Her resolve to want to talk to Itachi and the disappointment that she might miss the chance flickered as she saw it there, and for a second she stared at it, the full realisation that she was now in the Akatsuki finally hitting her. Pein smirked at her reaction, holding it out as he took a step towards her, and it was then that she took it from his hands. A smile of her own came over her face as she did so, running her fingers over the fabric, and then slipping her arms into the sleeves, buttoning it up and looking over it proudly.

Nodding in acceptance of this fact, Pein dismissed her, and thanking him a few times, Kiken then left, contemplating going to find Itachi again, but soon deciding against it. She'd missed her chance. Itachi hadn't appeared to make any effort to find her, so Kiken gathered she'd never hear what he had been trying to say in the prison, and sighing, she pushed away the idea of going to the lounge, instead heading straight to her room. She wasn't in the mood to show off her new cloak anymore. She just felt like she needed to be alone. At least that way she might be able to comfort herself with the fact she would still be friends with him—she would still be working with him.

Not that it would work.

Itachi himself wasn't feeling so great. They'd just carried her off, and Kiken would be too busy adjusting to this new life of working and living with the Akatsuki that he wouldn't get a chance to talk to her for days, probably. With the rules needed to be told to her, how things were going to work, possibly training a little with some of the others and everyone just wanting to welcome her into the organization…by the time it was all over, she would have forgotten about what he had been trying to say altogether. The moment would have gone, and as such he sat in the corner of the lounge, watching everyone talk and discuss what Kiken had done back at the mansion, not including himself in the conversation, merely keeping to himself. It was only as they began to talk to him that he came back to reality.

"It makes sense you'd be able to help her out, though, Itachi. You're a lot alike, when it comes down to it, and you get on well. You kinda understand each other." Kisame stated casually as they mentioned Itachi having gone down to speak to Kiken first. Itachi simply shrugged in reply, not wanting to think about it, and started disappearing back into his stupor; but Pein arrived before he could fully do so.

Sensing how he was feeling, and knowing he was frustrated and troubled at not having been able to speak to Kiken since the battle was over, Pein smirked slightly. He knew their conversation hadn't been finished back then; when they had arrived, along with Seifu's son; his mouth had been open as he had tried to say something to Kiken. It was the reason why his attitude had changed so suddenly as he confronted Seifu. Things, of course, hadn't got any better as he had taken her away to explain the organization.

But Pein had seen a similar mood in Kiken herself.

"I've given Kiken her cloak, Itachi-san. And explained all the rules and what she will be doing," he began, causing Itachi to frown at why Pein was telling him this when he had shown no signs of going to talk to her. But he remained silent afterwards as Pein then quickly continued on,

"I think she might have wanted to talk to you, but decided against it and headed to her room. But…maybe it would be better if you instigated the conversation. She's free now; no one is getting in the way."

With that, he turned and dissipated from the room, leaving Itachi sitting there staring at the space where he had been. Pein was right. He couldn't just sit and mope about the chance to speak to her having passed. All that had happened between them would still be there; what was inside his head would still be there. Whispering a thank you to Pein, regardless of whether he could hear it or not, Itachi stood and headed down the corridor to Kiken's room.

He knew what he had to do now.