EDIT, April 2012: Keep in mind that I wrote that story when I was 13, maaaaybe 14, and I am now 19 and editing/polishing this story so that I can at least make it look less...stupid. At that age I was waaaay too nervous to touch on sexual scenes so all I could say or imply was that Sakura was a "plaything" of the Akatsuki and not a sex toy. I haven't really come to a consensus on whether or not she was a sex toy because I like both Sakura and the Akatsuki and my uptight inner morals would be all out of whack if I made the Akatsuki a bunch of coldhearted, horny fuckwads and Sakura a mildly-respected whore. It will probably never be updated with that mythical Fourth Chapter.

I got my Microsoft Word back, guys. And the first thing I'm going to do with my new program is make my first three-shot. I'm going to try a whole new concept, something I always wanted to do but never had the guts to do. I'm going to try my luck at writing a MultiSaku. I always liked that kind of fanfiction. Just cause. You judging? Lol sir, this is fanfiction.

I hope this turns out well. I thought of it while listening to the song (title of the story) on the bus ride home from school. I spent all day and half the night thinking about it and now I'm going to type it out. So…EXTREME OOC-NESS.

Also. The shinobi world apparently exists in ours, because Sakura has learned to speak some amount of Chinese, German and Dutch. Hee hee.

Pairings: AkatsukixSakura

Specific time unknown…late January…

It was hell. That's all she could use to describe it. English had no other words, and the three other languages she knew didn't stretch far enough to know such things. 'But hell is suitable enough…' She thought, staring down at her book. It was the one thing she'd been able to take with her on the night of her being taken. She'd just been sitting innocently in her bedroom, quietly reading a book. The window had burst open, and one of Sakura's very nightmares had come in to take her away.

It was horrifying just remembering the experience. But memories and boredom-spawned riddles were almost all the entertainment she had around here, wherever "here" was. She didn't dare speak, not even to herself, unless pointlessly cursing or being spoken to first. It wasn't that she cared about courtesy—fuck courtesy around these people—it was that anything she said could be heard by all of them. Anything she said could be heard by any of her captors, anything could be used against her or her Village. She narrowed her eyes and fiercely focused on the book, trying to silently continue learning how to speak Italian, though her mind wasn't truly on it.

FLASHBACK

'The basics of Italy's language are simplistic. The often-used word, "ciao" is usually used as a fancy, "Goodbye" by English speakers. However, it can mean either "hello," or "goodbye" for it is a familiar greeting used by people who know each other. The word salve can also mean hello, though it is more often a formal greeting.'

'This is easy…' She thought. 'I wonder if anyone else in the Village knows Italian! I could teach it to Hinata and Tenten, maybe even Lee-san.' She flipped the page, going past easy nouns and into conjugations of verbs. She wondered why Tsunade had ever been challenged by learning a second language. In a few months, Shizune had already taught Sakura enough German and Mandarin to fake her way past any guards who spoke such language.

It was said a few months ago, that in Grass Country, a backalley gang of drunks and smokers from a no-name village had acted up and set half their town on fire. Spectators claimed the gang members had used fire-styled jutsu to do so instead of lighters, as most suspected. The mayor of the little town had come to Godaime Hokage, asking for help to put the dangerous cult in their place, and throw them in jail. A small shinobi squad of four average Chuunin had been sent to take them out, but they had come limping back home with snapped bones and burned skin a week later.

It was dangerous to send anyone else directly, so Tsunade decided to have a secret nin sneak to the gang, steal their fire-jutsu secret, and use it against them. The "sneaker" would call a reinforcement squad to retrieve the bad men and take them to prison.

The injured Chuunin had said that the raucous gang hadn't spoken English or Japanese, but something foreign. One claimed it was Italian, another said German, one even said it was Mandarin. Sakura had thought that was all preposterous, as those languages were as different as fire and ice and llamas.

Since Shino, Tsunade's first choice, had his own unnamed business in Suna to deal with, Sakura was chosen to go instead. Shizune had her learn German and Mandarin, which were both rather easy, and now, she was learning herself Italian. By morning, she would probably know how to ask basic Italian questions, like what the date was, how much something cost, or how to ask for the time

Reading the book was more fun than she imagined, and many times during her reading, Sakura imagined herself on the scene of the Godfather, and had laughed aloud at it. The wind rattled loudly against her apartment window, and it reminded her slightly of a horror movie, but she ignored it for the book. It rattled annoyingly and ominously for a half hour, until she got fed up with the noise.

She went into her closet and found the metal staff that she used when training with Tenten. She pressed on one side of the pole until it was just the right size and set it between the walls on each side of her window. The glass would surely be too close to the staff to be able to rattle about and make more noise. But, just her luck when trying to do something quiet, the sound went on, louder than before. Sakura growled and dropped her book on the pillows. She went over to her window, and pushed away her curtains to take the metal staff off—

And on the other side of her window, not five feet away, sitting on a tree, was a man she had killed.

Sasori stared like a demon back at her.

For many minutes, she stood there, hands clutching her curtains, watching him. He stared back with an expression she'd never seen on his face before. His eyes shone like glass in the sun, and the look had caught her attention for so long she almost forgot to react when he suddenly disappeared.

She felt the sudden change in atmosphere. She knew the second after he'd disappeared where he was, which was already too late. Sasori was already standing behind her, breathing hotly into her hair. Sakura wasn't sure why that breathing alone confused her. Supposing he was not a person, and not "alive," he should not have had any warmth on or in him. He should have exhaled cold. His breath should have made frost form in the air.

She wasn't in her pajamas, so was still wearing her gloves and boots, though it was late at night. She knew she had a short, iron spike hidden inside her left glove. It wouldn't hurt him, she knew—nothing in the world did—but it would buy time to find a bigger weapon. As with most twisted enemies, she could feel when he smiled even though she could not see him. "…Hello, little flower." The odd name didn't affect the girl. It was a taunt, that was all. He thought she would turn around and sock him in the face with anger. She would have liked to, but knew better than that now. Chiyo was not here to help her. "Did you miss me?"

"Not at all."

Then, with the swiftest movement she could manage, she whipped around and aimed a kick for his knee. The movement caught him off-guard for the smallest moment, giving her the time to leap out her 2nd-story window. Not caring about the shattered glass that would cost a fortune to fix, she landed soundlessly on the ground and dashed away to the nearest training ground, where she could break the very ground to bits and it wouldn't harm any Villagers.

As Sakura ran, she listened for his footsteps behind her. There was no sound, no cloaked puppet-man in pursuit. His terrible, dark presence was enough to reassure her he wasn't far behind. The wire gates to the training grounds came into view. She jumped over them in a single leap and twisted round, expecting to find him or one of his puppets ready to face her. There wasn't anything. It was a cloudy night, and no moon or stars shone to give light, giving him an—unfair—advantage. It was darker than it should have been…and colder.

Colder!

Sakura dashed to the side just in time to avoid a wooden marionette lashing it's spiked hands at the ground where she stood before. Rocks and grass flew upwards and landed all around. The puppet stayed where it was. 'What the hell is he doing this time…?' She panted and soothed her stirred mind. She'd already been able to comprehend that someone she killed had somehow gotten into her home. Now, it was a matter of killing him again. The least she could do was stall for another squad to get here. Perhaps she could make enough noise to wake the Villagers in the nearest buildings. Some of them would be shinobi, surely, and they would see the dangerous nin she was fighting. They would come and help her—

"Help me?" She said aloud, questioning her own thoughts. "I would love to, dear," His voice replied from somewhere. She felt the chakra string connect itself to her wrist. She saw him hiding in the shadows of a few, tall trees. His red hair contrasted strangely with the darkness of their surroundings. Sasori's hand was stretched out, pulling his chakra string, pulling her closer. The strong girl dug her feet into the ground and pulled her fist away, fighting her enemy's pull. 'What was I just thinking?' She berated herself. 'I can't defeat him alone. But I can hold him off at the damn least!'

Finding truth and strength in that statement, she pulled harder, and began stepping back. "Keep trying, bastard!" She shouted, feeling power surge in her. "You're not getting me!" Perhaps he couldn't hear very well. Perhaps he was simply being a bitch. Whatever the reason was, she knew she heard him laugh. It was a sickening laugh and her stomach clenched up just hearing it.

"Oh, but I am," He chuckled. Her stomach twisted at his strange tone. "More than you can guess."

She saw that strange look cloud his eyes again, the same look she had seen when she'd first pulled away her curtains to see the puppet man outside her window. What was it? It wasn't anger, nor sadness or confusion. She didn't even bother to count happiness, and it certainly wasn't hate or vengeance. Did it matter?

She pulled harder as another string found it's way to her other arm. Sasori's pull was stronger. Her feet slipped and her strength slowly betrayed her. He gave one harsh tug, and Sakura fell forward several feet before regaining her balance and resisting again. His eyes shone more and more, that expression still plastered onto his face. There was a final tug from his side, and the next thing Sakura knew, she'd crashed into him. Or, she hoped she had crashed. If that had happened, he would be on the ground at the mercy of her pounding fist. But that wasn't happening. As it were, she found that one of his arms was encircling her back. The other was spread-fingered by her face, and she detected chakra strings on his fingertips.

Holding her there, she presumed, so that he could take one of his puppets and stab her from behind in the spine. That would be a painful, though quick death. She waited and listened for one of his attacking monsters, but none came. There was no pain and no crushing agony. Why? She dared to look up at him, expecting to see a hating flame of revenge in his gaze. There was no such gaze. Somewhere in this moment, she recognized the emotion that had been in Sasori's eyes all night.

'…Lust?'

Sakura's mind reeled.

'Fuck, no!' The first thing she did was struggle. Against his strong-held chakra strings, she beat his cloaked chest and thrashed her body around. All she heard was the sound of her thrashing around in his arms, and his chuckling. That sound drove uncomfortable and ugly chills up her spine until she had to shake her head like a bronco to rid the feeling. "Jackass!" She spat. "Let go!" She wondered why her shouting and struggling hadn't woken anyone in the Village. Konoha was a half-mile to her left, and from what she could see, no lights were on.

He held tighter, but this only fueled her efforts. The chakra strings felt like they were poking into her skin and while her head was thrown around, she saw that some of them were poking into her skin. In one of Sasori's smooth hands was a needle, halfway buried into her lower back. The strange way the needle glowed blue told her that some kind of drug was passing through it. 'He's putting me to sleep!' She realized. Sakura could feel her familiar might draining away by the second.

She thought quickly, and summoned a heap of chakra into her back. She curled her spine up like a stretching cat. The needle seemed to come out of her skin as though her body were pushing out a splinter. Sasori shoved it back in and she shrieked in surprise and distaste as she felt the needle rub up against a vein. She hissed at the ugly feeling and desperately tried to move her arm up. If Sakura could just give a little nudge and be quick about it…perhaps she could get away, and crack the ground open enough to find a place to hide. Then, she'd dig and find some flint in the ground she'd broken up, and with a man made of wood…

'No harm in checking if he's still fireproof,' She smiled, and made sure to hide the expression from Sasori. 'How stupid could we be? He's made of wood! All we had to do was set him on fire! There'd be nothing left for him to put back together once he's just ashes!' Excited at her plan, she focused all her energy into gathering chakra into her fists. When she suddenly and finally calmed, she could then feel Sasori's hands—freezing-cold as she ever suspected—stroking the back of her neck. Ignoring the chills that fell in spasms down her back, she found her perfected chakra amount.

Just as she felt Sasori's hands calm on her body, she swiftly let her fist fly down, in the exact moment he jumped away. Cascades of dirt and jagged rocks reached up into the air. Her enemy nimbly dodged each piece of debris that came his way and stood, perfectly balanced, on a pointed rock, while she found her way between the giant, raised earth. Her eyes struggled to see in the airless and lightless place. She felt for the hard and known surface of flint.

How hard could it be to find a piece of rock in the ground, anyway?

Sakura's trembling hand went along dirt, an undiscovered dinosaur fossil, even a puddle of underground water. There was no flint to be found. Her emerald eyes widened in panic, more so when she felt her vision clouding. The needle's drug was still taking effect.

'It shouldn't be…' She panted, shaking her head to clear it of the fogginess. 'I pushed out the…whatever it…was…'

She sat there in the dirt for a moment. While the drug slowly did it's job, something lifted her out of the ground and back into the night. She was set gently on a patch of overturned rock and soil. Her eyes blurred, seeing double, no, triple, of everything. Three of that rock, three of that Konoha building over there, three of that redhead person with the black coat…right in front of her…

Sakura's mind barely registered that she should still be fighting. Nor did it register when she fell forward. It also didn't register, when she didn't fall on her face into a rock. It didn't even register when the infamous Akatsuki member picked her up and whisked away. Still, no Villagers awakened. The sound of a miniature earthquake and the screams of an angry, teenage girl didn't seem to be enough to wake up sleepy ninjas. The pink-haired girl was able to see the Village get smaller and smaller, and see a few golden orbs of light flickering on. 'Now they wake up…' She managed to think as the far-off voices of people sounded out. 'I'm about to die, so of course they wake up now.'

It was one of the last thoughts her mind could bear to work out. Memory gave out, just when Sasori planted a soft, cold kiss on the back of her neck. She made a quick but wild spasm in her unmoving state, the final resistance she could make to his freezing touch on her.

"Welcome to your new home, little one…"

Black.

FLASHBACK END

The last sentence had plagued her ever since she'd been brought here. She'd woken up to a soft bed in a large and windowless room. For a moment, Sakura had been able to think that she was in the hospital. For a moment, she thought Konoha's shinobi had caught up with her kidnapper. She thought they'd fought Sasori down, killed him—again—and brought her to the hospital.

That period of four seconds had been very peaceful. Everything after had been a nightmare.

She noticed a necklace around her neck. It's charm was a small, black circle with something so very black carved into it, Sakura couldn't make it out. Ignoring whatever symbol might have been engraved into the charm, she felt the red, silky chord that held it. Deidara had walked in just as she studied the charm, to make things worse. She knew the Iwa missing-nin from before.

With Neji and Naruto, not even six months ago, she'd fought him on the outskirts of Fire Country. The particular area where they had found him could be described as the badlands—deserted, dry and rocky places where no one and almost nothing lived. A perfect place to try out a bomb. She had never gotten face to face with him before, but had come close when Naruto threw her up in the air to demolish his giant bird in one punch. His single eye had stared sharply into hers for a moment that seemed to last a day. Once his unblinking and psychotic gaze had been lifted, she'd dropped safely to the ground. He'd been lucky to land on two legs. Then again, Neji had been lucky to make it out of Deidara's hidden attack with his skin still attached. The look of his scorched-skin body and fearful eyes had stunned Sakura as she healed him.

When the blonde had come into her room, without his cloak for whatever reason, her first thought was to come up with a quick plan. He attacked with explosives, she knew. But the room wasn't large enough to set off a bomb, kill her, and have himself live as well. Perhaps he'd stab her to death. God knew what the Akatsuki had on their minds when killing. Especially on someone who'd already killed one of their (undead?) own.

Her mind worked fast. The room had no furniture but the bed she was on, a nightstand on one side, two doors and a mirror. It would be another one of her fist-fights, but, once again, Sakura would be the only one using fists. He came close, until he was standing at the edge of the bed. By then, she'd been smart enough to sit up with tense muscles, ready to zip to the other side of the room if he lashed out. But he never did. Deidara's mouth never moved, but his visible, electric-blue eye shone with the same emotion Sasori's had. Remembering how sick her stomach had turned when his hands were on her, Sakura immediately leapt up to the door.

Deidara had foolishly left it open. She was about to escape, into what looked like an average hallway, lit by fluorescent, electric lights. She wasn't even four feet from the door, when his hand had lashed out and grasped her wrist. He pulled her to him, in a similar fashion as Sasori had when he pulled on her with chakra strings. His arm snaked sickly around her hips. The feeling of her twisted stomach was the same as before.

"Where do you think you're goin', yeah?" Deidara gave no chance for her to give a snappy comeback. Instead, he grinned and planted a warm kiss on her forehead. Her eyes went wide in shock, but, knowing from Ino's boy-stories how French kissers would attack, she kept her mouth clamped shut. That was no problem for her blonde captor. Instead of putting his mouth onto hers, as Ino often said happened first, Deidara had—

'Bull!' She slammed the book shut. The desperate curse and sudden noise drove the memory away…for now. She frowned and set her book on her lap, and put her elbows on it as a makeshift table. Sakura briskly grasped the sleeve of her shirt into her palm and used the cloth to rub roughly against the crook of her neck. She ignored the small indentations and flushes on the skin-bite marks. 'God knows how many of their demonic germs I have on me now!' She shivered.

Getting dirty didn't usually bother the pink-haired girl much. Sometimes you just fell in mud, or sat on the ground and got a grass stain. It happened. Getting mud and grass stains on you was one thing. It could be washed away. The stains of another person's mouth on you, anywhere…could also be washed away.

But it never felt that way.

Itachi, Deidara, Sasori, Pein, and even Kakuzu had touched her already. Each time, she'd resisted as much of the unfamiliar feelings as possible, and made attempts to sock the bastards in their stomachs. Each time, she'd still ended up in the arms of a person she hated. Most of those times, she'd end up even dozing off with them in the same bed. (Sleeping wouldn't be the most appropriate term, as she never did "sleep with" any of the Akatsuki members, however much she could tell they wanted to.)

Yet there were still a few others she had yet to meet. The religious boy, called Hidan...was one she had already met, but would rather not encounter again. On her first meeting, he had shown her his hellish religion. Hidan explained various rituals, using the word virgin far too many times, and seemed happy to have her look at him. Just yesterday morning—even though Akatsuki kept no clocks or watches in this building, Sakura had trained herself to know the basic time of day—they'd met in what she had dubbed the kitchen. That room did have a sink and dishes, after all, though she was the only one she knew to use them. No one ever seemed to eat there but her.

Sakura had been looking for Deidara, who had thought it would be funny to steal her Italian For Beginners and force her to look for it, and him in a sick mockery of hide and seek. Hidan had happened to be in her current room of search, and in her way. He stood in the doorway between the kitchen and a connected hallway. She'd pushed him out of the way with one hand. When she looked back to see if he was sending a vicious glare, she saw he had his hand on his heart. She must have pushed him on his heart.

Knowing her luck, which Sakura knew all too well to be not very lucky, Hidan must have taken this as a symbol from his Jashin-sama, for something Sakura no longer wanted to think about.

Who else was there? Kisame, for one…and he wasn't actually that bad. Firstly, he seemed to have no sexual interest in her whatsoever. When Sakura was able to escape whoever decided it was his turn to play with her, she would go to the room she dubbed the Living Room, as there were three leather chairs and a long sofa there. Kisame would sometimes be there, and sometimes she would get to talk with him.

The shark-like Akatsuki, she learned, was the most human of them all. Unlike Itachi, he didn't kill innocents for the sheer hell of it, and unlike Deidara, he was mostly predictable and slow to decide things, and unlike Sasori, he didn't like to play dress-up with pretty dolls. Or so she assumed. He knew how to take jokes and tell amusing stories about his fellow members, and was smart enough to hold an intelligent conversation with her. It would be a luxury to get to talk to Kisame, until another more annoying Akatsuki would come in and take her back to their room, as though she should never be unwatched and outside a male's territory, and on top of that, enjoying herself.

Zetsu, she had not met yet, and hoped not to. She'd seen too many scary movies with Naruto and Sai to know to fear cannibals. At least, all the others called him a cannibal. He was a schizophrenic cannibal who had a plant of all things growing off of him. Sakura would rather not meet him, whether or not he wanted to see her. The Akatsuki who "played" with her probably wouldn't let another man onto their turf. She could only hope that would be the case if their vegetation-friend ever dropped by.

She had also heard of one called Tobi, and was sure she'd glimpsed him once, peeking into Deidara's room, spying on her like some curious little kid. Itachi and Sasori waved him off as though he wasn't worth discussing, Kisame, Hidan and Kakuzu would all laugh at him, but Deidara seemed to flare up in anger whenever she mentioned his name. Deidara never struck her for that, or anything-no one did-all the same she'd rather not risk him getting angry and more uncontrollable.

Now, she was sitting and staring at nothing, fingering the necklace she had worn ever since waking up in this building. She didn't know how long ago that was. The necklace, Sakura learned, kept her chakra depleted, and she was unable to take it off. No matter how much she tried to summon her strength, it would never come to aid her. Never. Not when she was forced up against a cold wall, she couldn't push against the chest of whoever had her trapped there. Ants could not topple rock walls.

And it was this damn necklace's fault! But it had a certain charm to it, she thought secretly. It was the silk chord that held it. The soft feel of it reminded her of a stuffed bear she had slept with as a child. It was the softest little white thing she'd ever felt, and had always kept her nightmares at bay. The bear had been affectionately named Dreamer for his special dreaming-powers. The necklace's chord somehow felt just like Dreamer's fur. No matter how much she knew that this necklace was part of what imprisoned her here...she always felt soothed.

It was a brief but useful way to take her mind off of the mixed emotions her brain couldn't filter. She sighed and pictured Dreamer, still sitting in her room on her bed. She still had the old thing, and she wished that she had him with her right now. Dreamer could always make her feel good.

The door opened. She opened her book and pretended to be busily reading it.

"What?" She snapped.

The door closed. He chuckled at her. "It's late, kunoichi." She narrowed her eyes. 'Ella means she. Lui means he. Esso is the masculine form of—graaagh!' "I'm not tired." She growled.

"Neither am I." Itachi replied.

I am going to try to make something "lime"-ish next chapter. Hopefully. Well, tell me if this worked…I never wrote anything like this before. Oh, and This is a three-shot. The next chapter will be part TWO of THREE.