Sometimes we wonder "Why do all the bad things happen to good people?" it is a topic scientists should research into, but then again was Suri a good person if she joined the Akatsuki? Was she a good person if she stole and killed? Perhaps it was her punishment for the crimes she committed.

Suri woke up too early; she stretched and looked around her room. She frowned staring at all the mess she made for the past couples of weeks. Her room reminded her of a recycling unit; bottles, bottles...and more bottles; chocolate wrappers, cans, and other reusable items. She shook her head as if trying to get rid of a terrible headache. Itachi. His name suddenly popped in her mind, making Suri groan. She grabbed onto her head feeling her headache worsening.

"Dammit." She hissed under her breath quickly rushing to the bathroom. She opened the tap and shoved her head under the running water. It was freezing cold and made her shiver, goosebumps covered her entire body to the point where her skin hurt, but Suri felt refreshed. She kept her head under the tap for a while longer. Suri quickly grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her head, feeling dizzy. While holding onto the wall she slowly slid down to the floor. Her chest rose up and down as she continued taking violent breaths.

"I will never drink again." She told herself, crawling back into the room.

"How rare to see you on your knees at my feet." She heard a familiar snickering voice. Suri raised her head holding onto her back, like an old woman. Hidan was hovering over the girl with his usually sly grin plastered on his perverted face.

"Hidan," a fake smile spread over her face. "It's so good to see your face so damn early in the morning." She hissed emphasizing "your face". The man laughed giving her his hand. Suri looked at it for a moment wondering where it has been beforehand, but beggars cannot be choosers. Her hand met his as she accepted his help.

"You are getting older and older every time I see you." He commented helping her to her room.

"I'm glad that you remain young forever." She retorted hissing in pain.

Suri sighed in relief when they reached her room; she opened the door but lost her balance. Hidan reached out and grabbed her before she hit the floor. Suri opened her eyes in a relief.

"Thank you." she said smiling lightly at the immortal man.

"It's my pleasure." Hidan grinned still holding onto her waist. They looked at each other for a bit when someone's cough brought them back to reality. Suri turned her head to see the man she wanted to see the least. Itachi stood with his arms crossed on chest glaring at the two people; anger and hate were clearly plastered on his handsome face.

"Uchiha, it's you." Hidan smirked pulling Suri closer to his chest. Suri's eyes widened; Hidan was always so unpredictable.

"Hidan," Itachi's voice sounded cold and distant. "What are you doing?"

Hidan grinned, showing his perfectly white teeth.

"Was just showing Suri my appreciation," his hand travelled to Suri's stomach. Suri twitched quickly hitting Hidan's back. "She's such a hot-blooded woman." Hidan laughed. Itachi quickly approached the immortal man and grabbed him by his neck completely taking Hidan aback. The Jashin's believer did not expect such aggression from the most composed member of the organisation; he released Suri's body and grabbed onto Itachi's hand that was firmly positioned on his neck. Itachi brought his face closer to Hidan's glaring.

"Get out." He hissed deadly. "Before I destroy you." he pushed Hidan to a side, releasing his neck. Hidan grinned, rubbing his neck. He winked at Suri and quickly disappeared in the darkness of the corridor. Itachi breathed heavily not looking at the girl. The girl blinked a couple of times trying to put bits and pieces together in her mind. Itachi was angry, it was obvious from his actions; Suri was unsure of what to do so she waited for him to sort himself out. She had an urge to help yet she stayed put. After everything he made her experience and feel, for once Suri did not feel like making the first move.

Itachi took a deep breath and narrowed his eyes; his lungs burned and breathing seemed like a torture. Itachi slowly turned to Suri and scowled.

"What the hell were you doing?" he hissed slowly straightening his back. Suri could his hands shake slightly as he clenched his fists.

"What does it have to do with you?" she snapped back not being able to control herself. Suri glared at the man in front of her with the same passion. Itachi's eyes twitched as he quickly approached the girl and grabbed her arms. Suri cussed under her breath and tried to break free, but Itachi's grip was too strong. The man pushed her into the open room and closed the door, locking it from the inside. He walked to the bed dragging Suri with him. He pushed her down on the bed and got on top. His eyes quickly found hers. His gaze was crazed. Suri could not tell everything he was feeling, but whatever it was it was deep and strong. She made another attempt to break free, yet it was not as violent as the first one. To her distress she felt comfortable under his weight. Itachi pushed her back on the bed and placed his hands at each side of her head.

"Everything," he started, his eyes never leaving hers, "that involves you has to do with me."

Suri's eyes widened as she stared back at him in confusing. Her heart raced as she waited for him to continue.

"Everything about you belongs to me. Everything...everything..." Itachi coughed trying to catch his breath. Talking, even whispering was difficult at this stage. Suri felt her eyes water slightly.

"I am not your property." She whispered, yet there was no anger or sarcasm in her voice, only sorrow and pity.

Itachi's gaze darkened; he grabbed her hair and pulled her face closer. She could feel his breath on her lips, tickling them gently. Itachi pressed his lips to Suri's biting them roughly, as if gentleness was alien, distant to him, but Suri knew better. She did not try to kiss him back or show affection. She just laid there, allowing him to pour his feelings into the rough kiss that only he knew how to make pleasurable. Itachi bit her lips hard and then licked them to soothe the damaged flesh.

"Itachi," Suri's hot breath against his lips didn't help; the last bits of restraints Itachi had over himself quickly disappeared. His hands found themselves roaming Suri's body, eagerly trying to take off her clothes.

"Stop it." Suri said loudly gently pushing the man away.

Itachi froze and looked at her. His gaze was darkened with passion and for a fraction of a second Suri wondered if he was aware of what he was doing.

"Why all of a sudden?" she whispered clenching onto his arms.

Itachi did not rush to answer her question; it seemed that he was trying to gather his thoughts, which was unusual for an always composed Itachi Uchiha. Finally, Itachi released her arms and removed his own from her body. Itachi ran his fingers through his long hair.

"Whatever I said to you," he started, "I didn't mean it."

Suri raised her eyebrows. "Itachi are you apologizing?" she asked unbelievably.

Itachi narrowed his gaze.

"Interpret as you like."

It was just like the Uchiha; he would not admit it even if he was wrong, but Suri decided not to give in this time. She wanted to hear his apologies; she wanted to hear all he had to say. The medic ninja sat up and crossed her arms on her chest looking straight into Itachi's eyes.

"So, you are apologizing?" she pressed.

Itachi glared lightly at the girl.

"I will not repeat myself." He responded stubbornly.

Suri groaned in annoyance; why wouldn't he give in at least just this once?

"You will have to." She demanded. Itachi placed his hand on her head and looked away.

"You are always so stubborn."

Suri pouted. "I am not stubborn, but for what you did to me, I deserve some mental compensation." She replied.

Itachi did not turn to look at her. He hated to admit, but he felt guilty. He wanted what was best for Suri, and he failed to succeed. He sighed quietly.

"I apologize." He said quietly.

Suri fought a smile.

"Sorry I didn't catch that?" Suri continued coughing.

*I am pushing my luck.* she thought but was not about to back down. Itachi's emotionless face turned to gaze at her once again.

"Suri, don't make me repeat myself." He said icily. Suri sighed. She knew making Itachi angry was not the best idea, but she could not help herself. She hopped off the bed and walked to the door. She opened it and pointed at the exit.

"When you are ready, you know where to find me," She said.

It was the last drop. All the patience Itachi thought he had vanished immediately. He got off the bed and quickly approached the stubborn girl. His hand found itself on her throat, holding it firmly. Suri grabbed his arm trying to free herself. She hissed under her breath in realisation that it was all her own fault.

*I just dug my own grave and he is going to put me in it.* she thought sadly. Even if Itachi was nice to her for some time in the past, it didn't change the fact that he was a criminal, and a killer with a tendency to grump.

"Listen here," he whispered into her ear, "I do not repeat myself, if that doesn't satisfy you, too bad you will have to deal with it. From now on, everything you do, want or plan will be according to what I say. Understood?"

His grip tightened around her neck, but not tight enough to choke her. Suri tried to catch her breath. Her nails dug into his flesh. She nodded lightly in agreement. Itachi narrowed his eyes and released her. Suri coughed holding onto her traumatized neck. She glared at him. How cruel could he get? Itachi leaned on the wall and crossed his arms on his chest.

"Tyrant." She hissed under her breath.

Itachi's lips curled into a small smile. "You never complained before."

Suri furrowed her eyebrows and bit her lip. Itachi was right; she never complained, all she wanted was his attention, even that moment, she still wanted him to notice her, and what he was doing was better than being ignored and hurt. Suri slowly stood up. "Understood." She tried to sound cold, but she was still unsure of how she felt about his actions.

"Good." Itachi raised his hand and trailed his fingertips over her cheek. A smile spread on his face at the warmth of her cheek. "Forgive me." He said quietly. Suri's eyes widened and her jaw dropped. Her lips trembled as she smiled widely at the man in front of her.

"Itachi." she whispered his name. The man pulled her against his body, allowing her to rest her head on his chest. Suri closed her eyes; she finally felt at peace. She had no idea how long they could be together and how long their happiness was going to last, but she did not want to think about it. All she wanted to do was enjoy the moment, to extend it for as long as she could. They were content and it was all that mattered. Itachi pressed his lips to her temple smiling; the man closed his eyes and took a deep breath; he knew that it was a new beginning for them...the beginning of an end.