(I've gotten reviews from someone who likes Kisame, so I tried to add more Kisame in this! I don't have as much experience about writing him, so any advice as to where you'd like the storyline with him to go would be appreciated! Thanks~)

When I awoke, someone was carrying me. My eyes fluttered open and I saw Kisame's strange, blue-tinted face. He glanced down at me.

"She's up," he said.

Itachi, walking next to Kisame, looked over at me. "How did you sleep?"

"Like a rock," I said. "That's been considerably drained of chakra."

"I'm working on it," Kisame said in response. Itachi opened a door; we weren't at the Akatsuki hideout anymore, though.

I blinked, shifting. I wore an Akatsuki cloak, as did the other two.

"Deidara's with us," Itachi said. "So that there's someone to watch over you while we're out on our mission."

"You know," I said. "It's a really dumb idea to take me out into the world."

"Yeah," Kisame grumbled. "I know."

"Work must be done," Itachi said. "Two missions popped up that need doing- one for Kisame and I, one for Kakuzu and Hidan. Deidara can't realistically watch over you constantly, and the others won't."

"Konan might have," Deidara said; I looked over to see him relaxing in a chair, looking down at his palm. The mouth on his hand seemed to be working.

"She would not have been happy about it," Itachi said. Kisame set me on one bed, and I tugged off the Akatsuki cloak and tossed it to the side. I wore a loose black shirt and loose black pants, neither of which were familiar to me- that being said, Kakuzu had ruined the pants I'd arrived in.

"No, but she'd have done it. And she can be trusted around Uchiha," Deidara said. "Sasori probably could have been, too, though it would have been… Considerably less preferable."

"Don't forget," Itachi said. "That Sasori voted for her to die."

"That's true," Deidara said, leaning back. "He may very well have killed her."

"Sasori?" I said. "Of the red sand?"

"It's surprising that you've heard of him," Itachi said, sitting on the other bed. Kisame did, as well.

"I'm sent to Sunagakure rather often, these days," I said. "I've worked with a guy named Kankuro a lot. I learned about Sasori that way."

"You might be helpful on my mission, then," Deidara said, eyeing me.

I knew what he meant. I narrowed my eyes. "If you think I'm going to help you kill Gaara, you're dead wrong, Deidara. I like you, but that doesn't mean I'm going to sit idly by and watch you kill one of my friends."

"Mmm," Deidara said, looking at me. "Noted. You're not to be brought along on my or Itachi's missions- you're too fond of the jinchuriki we're after."

"They're people," I snapped. "Human beings."

"Are they really?" Kisame asked. I scowled at him.

"Yes," I snarled.

"That's enough of this line of discussion, I think," Itachi said quietly.

"Itachi," Deidara said. "Did you know Uchiha-chan, before the 'Tragedy'?"

Itachi looked over at him with cool, collected eyes. "Yes."

"Really?" Kisame said. "How many Uchiha did you let live, Itachi?"

"Two," Itachi replied.

"Why?" Kisame asked.

Itachi sighed. "I was young at the time. Thirteen. I knew I'd need Sasuke's eyes, once he activated his sharingan, for the Eternal Mangekyou."

"And this one?"

Itachi looked over at me. I looked back at him. "She was stronger than I was."

I straightened with pride. "Still am."

"Yes."

"Interesting," Kisame said, sounding deeply amused.

"That's why we were engaged," I said. Kisame and Deidara looked at me suddenly; Itachi's expression didn't change.

"We had not formally met yet," Itachi said. "But I was… The pride of the Uchiha clan," Itachi sounded almost bitter. "And she was strong. She has… Unique abilities only present in choice few people- rarer than the sharingan or the mangekyou, even. I could not have beaten her, and if she knew about what I had done when we fought, she may very well have killed me for it. It would have been unwise."

"Why didn't you kill us?" Kisame asked.

"I didn't kill you at first because Itachi showed up," I said. "I didn't kill Itachi because Sasuke wants to do it. Then, instead of killing Kisame after the second fight was over, I just… Didn't. I don't know why."

"You mentioned that you don't like killing," Itachi said.

I looked away. "I've killed many people," I said quietly. "Too many, perhaps, already. It doesn't stop me. I don't even hesitate anymore."

"You're a strange one, aren't you?" Deidara asked after a moment. I shrugged.

"What are the missions?" I asked, looking over at Itachi.

"We're not finding any jinchuriki," Itachi said.

"I know you're not ready for that- yet. But soon."

Itachi looked at me quietly. "Yes."

"What are your missions, then?"

Itachi sighed. "The Akatsuki are hired by various nations to do missions they deem-"

"Too dangerous for their own Shinobi," I said. "I know. That's not what I asked."

"We're not going to tell you specifics," Kisame said. "Sorry, pet."

I crossed my arms, glaring at the wall.

"What do you people think of Orochimaru?" I asked after a moment.

"We want him dead," Deidara said. "Most of us, anyway."

I looked at him. "He used to be one of you."

"Key word there, sweetheart," Kisame said, his voice a bit playfully taunting. "Is 'used' to be."

I looked forward again. "I'll help you on your non-jinchuriki missions," I said. "If, and only if, you all help me kill Orochimaru."

"Why's that?" Kisame asked.

"Well, for one, he has Sasuke," I said. "I doubt whatever he's done to him is reversible, but I want it stopped, now. For another, I can't fucking stand sitting around being babysat, doing nothing."

"We'll have to talk about it after this mission," Itachi said.

"Bring it up to the boss," Kisame elaborated.

"But that doesn't mean I'm joining you," I snapped, looking out at all three of them. "I am loyal to my village. First chance I get, I'm running. The deal works under the assumption that you keep me here- otherwise, I'm gone. I'll deal with Orochimaru on my own."

"I doubt that'll work out very well for you," Kisame said.

I looked at him with dark eyes. "You haven't seen anything yet, Kisame. I've been training to take down Orochimaru specifically for years now. Those methods come in handy in other fights, but they're specifically designed to be effective against him and him alone."

"Interesting," Kisame said.

I looked at the wall again. "I know what you people can do. I know how Orochimaru works. I can help you be more effective against him, too- and, therefore, Sasuke, but I won't help you kill him. Not unless- he's a lot more far gone than I hope he is," I looked down for a moment, grieving over that, before looking at Deidara. "You use detonating clay, explosions. I can do experiments on it, make it more effective against him. I can experiment on something like this collar- make it so that it's most effective against Orochimaru. I doubt he'd let me, but if he did, I could even look at Sasori's puppets, suggest changes to them specifically to take down Orochimaru."

"Yeah, he's not gonna let you do that," Deidara said with a smirk. "It's a miracle he even popped out of Hiruko at all- I almost didn't recognize him." Deidara thought for a minute. "Maybe, if you prove you're any good at it, he might accept suggestions for making a new puppet or two for Orochimaru. He's itching to take him down."

I nodded slowly, then relaxed a bit.

"Deidara," Itachi said. "Go have your fun. Kisame and I have to leave around noon."

"Right," Deidara said, standing. "My art is almost ready." He took out a chunk of clay and tossed it into my lap. "Not sure what you can learn about it in this inn, but here you go." He leaned down and gave the top of my head a kiss. "See you in a bit."

I stroked the clay in my hands, getting used to the feel of it and how it moved. I could probably surmise what it was by evaluating it, but there was little point to that without more things to do, so for now, I familiarized myself with working with it. Eventually, it became less and less pliant, settling on a shape; it crumbled and fell apart when I tried to work it more. I set it on the nightstand so as to not cover the bed in crumbs.

"We go out of our way to get alone time with you," Kisame said in a playfully disappointed voice. "And you just play around. What's up with that?"

I smiled over at him, amused. "I need a break."

"Leave her be, Kisame," Itachi said.

"C'mere," Kisame beckoned, ignoring his partner. Itachi gave him a look, but I slinked off of the bed and sat down beside Kisame. He pulled off my clothes. "I'm not gonna fuck you," he muttered almost reluctantly, peppering my chest and collarbone with hungry kisses. "I'm gonna play with you, then fuck Itachi."

Itachi only sighed in response, but moved to the other bed to sit back and watch. Kisame looked up at me with his strange eyes, running his large hands over my body. I shuddered, sighing.

The embers in my stomach roared to life. My overused pussy almost begrudgingly stirred. Kisame circled my nipple with his tongue almost predatorily, then closed his mouth around it, suckling and nipping gently.

'Gently' didn't matter. His teeth were sharp. I gasped and tensed; Kisame chuckled into my breast, then moved to the other one. "I don't know what Samehada's on about," Kisame muttered. "You taste great."

I shuddered as he continued to lavish my chest, until I was squirming, desperate. "Fuck," I breathed.

"Mmm," Kisame said. "Did you change your mind?"

"You're too big," I said quietly.

"So I'll fuck Itachi, and Itachi will fuck you," Kisame suggested. I squirmed, looking over at Itachi. He silently removed his cloak, revealing the erection standing proudly in his pants. I bit my lip and squirmed.

"Do you want that?" Itachi asked quietly, calmly.

I nodded slowly. Kisame snickered and spread my legs, pulling my hips up; he kneeled in front of me, my legs set on his shoulders, and he buried his face in my folds, drinking and lapping hungrily. I moaned and squirmed, flushing, only my upper back and shoulders supporting my weight. Kisame hurriedly undressed himself, supporting each thigh with a hand as he freed one shoulder, then the other.

When he was done, I was cumming suddenly and largely without warning, body seized and twitching. Kisame gave a low, predatory sound as he quickly grabbed my hips, keeping me in place as he delved a tongue inside of me, seemingly drinking my arousal. I shuddered and moaned, riding out my orgasm until it was finished. Then, Kisame dropped my body onto the bed, sliding back. Itachi, undressed as well, kneeled in front of me, gently stroking his cock against my sensitive flesh. I shuddered as he leaned forward, kissing me deeply for a long time.

Eventually, though, Kisame seemed to grow impatient; though one of Itachi's hands were on my breasts, the other supporting him above me, I felt a large hand guiding Itachi's cock into my vagina. Itachi groaned, pulling back.

"It's okay," I said. "I can take it,"

Itachi nodded, kissing me deeply once more, and thrust himself into me. I moaned and shuddered, wrapping my arms around his waist; Itachi leaned forward, his body flush against mine but his arms supporting his weight, and I looked over his shoulder to see Kisame press himself into Itachi; both men groaned loudly. I bit my lip, hooking my legs behind Kisame's thighs. He grinned at me, leaning forward as well, rocking into Itachi's hips, sending his cock deeper into me.

I moaned, too, giving a great shudder. Kisame reached a hand forward and pushed two fingers into my mouth; reverently, I suckled on them, swirled my tongue around and over and in between them. Kisame let out a pleased snarl, watching me.

Itachi came first, and then Kisame. Kisame heaved Itachi off of me, out of me, keeping the shorter man in his lap. I felt Itachi's seed drip out, and flushed and turned my head to the side. Kisame let out a snarl of approval, reaching forward to spread me open a bit. "That's a nice fucking sight," Kisame said. "I like any creampie, but it's best in a cunt."

"You're embarrassing her," Itachi said.

"Hmph," Kisame said. "You're a sight, you know that, pet?"

I flushed and turned my head to the side. Itachi sighed and slowly pulled away from Kisame; he lay on top of me gently, holding me tightly around the middle. Kisame spread Itachi's asscheeks to get a good look, but I closed my eyes. Itachi peppered my skin with gentle kisses.

Eventually, Kisame lay beside us, tugging us closer; he put one arm beneath my head, the other splayed on Itachi's back. His eyes drifted closed slowly.

"Don't fall asleep," Itachi said. "We have a mission."

"I know," Kisame grumbled.

"Deidara should be back any time," Itachi said.

"He'd better be."

It was maybe ten, fifteen minutes before the door opened, Deidara walking in. "Sorry I'm late," he said, sounding entirely unapologetic. "Was a good show, had more clay than usual."

They talked for a minute, but I tiredly lay on the bed, listening to the vague, far-away voices and the sounds of them dressing. When the door closed, though, I forced my eyes to open.

"Wore you out again, huh?" Deidara asked, sitting on the other bed. He eyed my collar wearily. "I don't like that thing. It's going to kill you- especially if you don't eat. You were out for almost twenty-four hours when you woke up yesterday. Not to mention the damage it's doing to your body, constantly having to heal itself and recover, but never being able to."

I yawned, then stood and shuffled over to Deidara's bed, laying down. He did, too, running a hand through my hair. "Can you eat?"

I shrugged. "I can try."

He reached over the side of the bed and grabbed a satchel, pulling out a few snacks. "Try those- good for a quick fix. Got everything you need. I'll get something more substantial for dinner, if you can handle it."

I reluctantly ate one, but it was difficult, as if my body protested each bite.

When I was done, Deidara tried to hand me another, but I vehemently shook my head. He sighed, laying back, and set the food back in the bag, tossing it aside. I scooted closer to Deidara, leaning into his chest, tucking my face into his collar.

"It was beautiful," Deidara said. "You should've seen it."

"Mmm," I said. "Can you do a little one in here?"

Deidara grinned, and I felt the palm he'd placed on my back begin to work. "I haven't done a little one in a long time- we'll have to go the shower, heh, just in case."

I could ask him to let me go. Maybe, just maybe, I could convince him.

But what good would come of it? About half of the Akatsuki seemingly wanted me dead. The other half really, really wanted me around, at the very least to fuck. They'd come after me.

What's the worst case scenario? Many popped into my mind.

The best? None came- none realistic.

I clung tightly to Deidara. "I think you're pretty cool," I said.

"I think you're pretty cool, too," Deidara said, sounding amused.

"I wish I'd never met any of you."

Deidara sighed. "I bet."

I drifted off to sleep, my stomach feeling painfully full.