Hullo people!

To answer a few questions: There might be a little SakuraXOther Akatsuki members, but it'll be very small. There'll be more fluff in this one, and it should be coming in very soon. I just put that Kisame likes Spongebob, I don't think he actually does in the manga. And I'll be adding time/place lables, because there'll be some confusing parts to come. So yeah. Read on!

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About noon, Hokage Mansion

Tsunade groaned. Sakura didn't have any cousins. Both her mother and her father were only children, which proved that she had lied to Naruto. In addition, the only accounts of anyone named Hideo were an old man who died three years ago, and an article submitted to the 'Konoha Press' thirteen years ago. Both were highly unlikely.

"Tsunade-sama? Did you call?" Shizune asked, sticking her head in through the door. The Godaime rubbed her forehead.

"Shizune, I have no leads! Zip. What do you suggest I do?"

The Hokage's apprentice walked in and shut the door behind her. "No leads? No mention of anyone named Hideo?"

"There are these two. Nevertheless, both are ridiculously implausible. One was an old man who died a few years ago, and the other was in an article in the newspaper thirteen years ago." Tsunade said tiredly.

"It's obviously not the old man. What is the article about?"

"The Uchiha clan slaughter…" The blonde ninja answered with a sigh, but then realized what she had just said. Shizune looked at her.

Tsunade sprang up. "No… You're not thinking…?" She dug through the piles of papers that were stacked up around her desk until she found the object she sought: an old edition of the 'Konoha Press.'

Tsunade scanned it anxiously. "It was a poll. The question was 'What do you think about the tragedy of the Uchiha clan?' This man wrote,

I think that it was a service to humanity. The Uchiha clan as a whole was weak and indecisive, with the exception, of course, being Itachi Uchiha. Though it is certainly an embarrassment that the boy, Sasuke was spared, I'm very pleased that this pathetic clan was decimated. I wish that Itachi had done more good for Konoha and that people wouldn't be so unsympathetic to him. Genii tend to exhibit strange behavior, and we should be more accepting of him, instead of shunning him and trying to kill him.

Hideo Ahihcu"

Tsunade looked up at Shizune. "Sound like anyone you know?" she said dryly.

"How is that last name spelled?" Shizune asked slowly.

"A-H-I-H-C-U," she spelled patiently. "But what does that have to do-" The Hokage stopped, mid-thought.

"Backwards, that's U-C-H-I-H-A. Uchiha…" Shizune said, with growing dread.

"Unless Sasuke has miraculously risen from the dead…" Tsunade trailed off. Shizune finished the thought.

"Sakura has run off with Itachi Uchiha. Sakura's run off with the Akatsuki!"

A few hours later, Akatsuki Hideout

"Sakura!" A cruel voice sneered. Sakura looked up at the door, where Kisame stood, holding a steaming bowl of ramen.

"Dinner," he said curtly and left the bowl, along with a pair of chopsticks, next to the bed. Sakura stood slowly, stomping her feet to get the circulation going. She had been sitting, cross-legged, on the floor, meditating.

Sakura walked over to the bed stand and picked up the bowl of ramen. She noted dully that it was Naruto's favorite kind.

A lone tear dribbled down her cheek and a pang of homesickness rang through her. Naruto, Ino, Neji, Kakashi, Tsunade. Who knows what they thought had become of her? They must be worried sick.

"Why are you crying? I thought you liked ramen," a cold, smooth, voice said, startling her. Sakura nearly dropped the bowl of ramen as she spun around and cried out in fear once she saw Itachi standing in her doorway.

Itachi was wearing the traditional Akatsuki cloak, and he had a strange quirk to his features, as if he had just swallowed a lemon. Sakura realized that he was trying to keep from smiling.

Itachi noticed with a sharp pain that Sakura's eyes held a cold rage, but also a flicker of fear. She was terrified of him, but too wound up in her anger to care. However, the pink-haired konoichi recovered quickly and soon only defiance shown in those beautiful emerald eyes.

"Nothing you would care about," She yelled, and hurled her bowl of ramen at Itachi's head. His fast reflexes caught it before it could spill, though, and he set the bowl down gently in front of Sakura.

"You haven't eaten in four days, Sakura," Itachi stated calmly.

"I don't want your bloody food," she whispered menacingly, trying to cover up her fright.

Itachi looked at the woman before him sharply. "I have not poisoned it, nor shall I. Do not eat it if you do not wish to, but know that I am not trying to drug you, only keep you fed."

Itachi swept out of the room, leaving Sakura alone with her obstinacy and growling stomach.

She lay down on the bed and cried herself to sleep.

When Itachi came in to check on her again, Sakura was snoring gently, though the bowl of ramen was untouched. He gathered up the bowl and chopsticks and turned to leave. After a moment's hesitation, Itachi went and stood over the sleeping konoichi. He brushed a lock of pink hair away from her closed lids.

A small, pale hand shot out and gripped him by the wrist. Itachi tensed, and waited for her to fallback asleep. Instead, the konoichi opened her eyes blearily.

"Sasuke-kun?" Sakura asked, tongue thick with sleep. Itachi's eyes saddened. She thought he was his brother.

"Go back to sleep, Sakura," he whispered. She obeyed, releasing her hold on Itachi's wrist and turning over.

As Itachi shut the door and locked it, he heard her call softly, "Goodnight, Sasuke-kun."

He leaned against the door, eyes closed and one hand full of ramen. What was he going to do with her?

"So, what was that all about, oh Sasuke-kun… un?" a certain blonde criminal called. Itachi shot Deidara one of his famous death glares.

"Mind your own business, Deidara," he said menacingly. "Or I'll mind it for you."

Ordinarily, Deidara would've taken this as a sign and backed off, but he was still sore about that punch, so he, instead, sneered at Itachi.

"Ooh, is that a threat… un?"

Before Deidara knew what was happening, he had been shoved up against the wall, held up about a foot off the ground by Itachi's large hand.

"It… was… just… a joke… un," Deidara gasped, tearing at Itachi's grip around his neck.

"Know this," Itachi whispered. "If you as much as look at her, I will pull out your intestines through your mouth."

Deidara's face was now blue and his eye was bulging.

"Note to self: Don't go anywhere near Itachi for a long, long time!" squeaked a tiny voice. Itachi nodded at the small mouth on Deidara's hand, and let him go. Itachi walked off, leaving Deidara to wheeze on the floor.

Inside her little cherry-decorated room, Sakura was sleeping peacefully, oblivious to the two s-classed missing-nins fighting outside her door.

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Poor Dei-dei-chan. What was he thinking? Also, I just added the mouth on Deidara's hand talking for a bit of comic relief. It doesn't really talk.

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