I've lost my memory card, AGAIN! God that pisses me off! And for reviewers who said Sasuke-san was being a bastard; that's only in Tsukiyomi. Itachi-san can't be nice, he's Itachi-san! I don't want him out of character. And don't worry; Itachi-san's hair won't stay pink.

Disclaimer: Kishimoto-sama owns Naruto . . . lucky bastard . . .

'Anyone's thoughts'

'Sasuke's Inner thoughts'

'Flashback's or anything written'

Uchiha Itachi Doesn't Get Bored!

Sasuke's hair flailed in the wind as he leaped from tree top to tree top. Neji kept a close eye on him, while monitoring his vital signatures.

'Sasuke's heart rate has risen exponentially. Same as his adrenaline output.' Neji thought.

Hinata and Naruto followed behind. Naruto kept a frustrated stare on Sasuke. Hinata gazed at Naruto with worry, and decided to ask the obvious question.

"A-are you w-worried about S-Sasuke-san, N-Naruto-kun?" Hinata asked.

"Nah! Don't worry about me Hinata!" Naruto grinned.

Hinata blushed and turned her gaze to Shikamaru. Tsunade assigned Sasuke as the leader of the squad, but the squad decided Shikamaru should lead. Sasuke had agreed reluctantly, simply because he burned too much chakra by staying such a long distance ahead of the group. Naruto had told Sasuke that he put anymore chakra in his feet they would surely fall of.

"Hey, Teme! Why do you think the Akatsuki kidnapped Sakura-chan?!" Naruto yelled ahead to Sasuke.

"How am I supposed to know? I haven't seen her in years!" Sasuke shouted back.

"And whose fault is that?" Neji narrowed his eyes.

"Hn." Sasuke returned his attention to his tree hopping. 'He's right you know.' Inner Sasuke mumbled.

'Shut. The. Hell. Up. NOW!' Sasuke thought viciously.

'Sorry, no can't do. You and I share this empty space you call a head, and everything in it.' Inner Sasuke chuckled.

'What's that supposed to mean?'

'You'll find out soon enough.' Inner Sasuke left.

While Sasuke argued with himself, he failed to notice a tree in his way. Next the he knew, he was lying on a log on the forest floor. Naruto jumped off a tree branch and help Sasuke up. The others just stopped and waited. After getting up Sasuke turned to the object he'd fallen on and glared at it.

"Stupid log . . ." Sasuke mumbled under his breath.

"Don't take your frustration out on an innocent log, Teme." Naruto chuckled.

Sasuke forced chakra into the soles of his feet and walked up a tree trunk until he reached a high branch.

"Unless you want me to take it out on you, Dobe I suggest you shut up." Sasuke motioned he was ready to continue.

Naruto followed suit and hopped back up to the canopy of trees. He resumed his position beside Hinata.

"Hey Hinata-chan! Do you think Sasuke's really that worried about Sakura? Or do you think he's just anxious about seeing his brother again?" Naruto whispered.

"W-well Naruto-kun, S-Sasuke-san d-does very much w-want to k-kill his b-brother. B-but he a-also w-wants to h-help S-Sakura-chan. I-I don't k-know w-which he w-would put f-first though." Hinata explained in an equally silent whisper.

Naruto stared at Hinata for a moment then shifted his gaze to Sasuke. Hinata was right. Naruto didn't even know which he would rather do. That scared him.

'Would you let Sakura-chan die, for a chance to kill Itachi, Sasuke? Or would you let Itachi get away for a chance to save Sakura-chan? I hope it's the latter.' Naruto thought as fear washed over him.

Even after two hours Sakura hadn't passed out yet. She stared wide eyed at the floor jerking in pain. Itachi had stood and watched, waiting patiently for Sakura's consciousness to end. Eventually she slumped over, and then fell to the floor. Itachi crouched down and swept Sakura up. He stepped over to her bed and dropped her on it.

Itachi took a few steps back and sat in Sakura's previous place. He kept a close eye her, analyzing even the slightest movement. Every so often Sakura would jerk or shiver, and sometimes scrunch her face in frustration. Itachi thought Tsukiyomi was a proper repercussion for Sakura's actions. He knew that if he just beat the crap out of her, she wouldn't learn a thing. Itachi had to show Sakura what he was capable off. It was also very interesting to know that her worst fear was being of no use to anyone. He would ask why later.

Itachi ran his hand through his new pink hair. He did a few hand signs, and then his hair faded to black. Itachi figured he could remove the pink for real later. While he thought about the current color of his hair, he kept a lazy stare on the perspiring Sakura. Even being unconscious, it was apparently easy to move. Sakura slowly dragged herself up the side of the beds' backboard, until propped up in a sitting position.

Sakura's breathe strained, but remained steady. Beads of sweat rolled down her face, and then disappeared behind the collar of the black shirt. Her hair was in a slow process of changing hues due to the moisture, and stuck to her face. Itachi understood why Sakura's body was reacting as it did. He kept replaying the same events over and over again, making it ten times worse each time. Itachi didn't take pleasure in what he did; it was just things that needed to be done.

Itachi stood up and left the room, and then headed towards the kitchen. He was stopped by Deidara and Tobi, who were obviously worried.

"What did you do to Sakura-chan, yeah?" Deidara asked in a serious tone.

"Is Sakura-chan okay Itachi-senpai?!" Tobi half shouted.

"Tsukiyomi." Itachi brushed past the shocked Akatsuki's, but stopped abruptly.

"Do not go into her room. Or else I'll do it to you too." He continued walking.

Itachi returned to Sakura's room with a wet rag. He leaned over her and peeled the hair off of her face. Itachi then wiped her face off lightly. She was terribly pale. Not from Tsukiyomi, it was natural. It didn't look natural, because Sakura was even paler than Itachi.

Absent-mindedly, Itachi ran a few fingertips down the side of Sakura's face. He distantly wondered if her skin was as soft as it looked. It reminded him of silk, very soft. Itachi's fingertips traced down Sakura's thin jaw line and stopped at the corner of Sakura's lips. Sakura whimpered softly and turned her head away from Itachi.

'Either it was coincidence, or she still knows I'm here . . . I wonder.' Itachi thought he should experiment.

Itachi had nothing better to do anyways. He pulled Sakura's sleeve up to her shoulder and folded it in place. Itachi barely ran his purple nails from her shoulder, to the tips of her fingers. Sakura clenched her teeth as goosebumps covered her arm. She scrunched her face up again and jerked her arm away from his hands.

Sakura continues to shiver as she mumbled something about having a kunai in her side. Anything that took place in the world of Tsukiyomi felt real. Having being stabbed in the same place over and over again was no exception. Itachi twisted a few strands of Sakura's hair around his finger. Her hair was as natural as her skin, which should be no surprise.

'Is it even possible to produce genes that make your hair pink?' Itachi thought.

Sakura rolled over and groaned. Itachi smirked. Now he had found something to do for the next five or six hours. Itachi decided not to think about what Sakura would do when she woke up. Right now all he wanted to do was mess with the mentally unstable, pink haired girl before him.

Unaware of the three people behind the door they began to speak to each other.

"Itachi-san's being an ass, yeah." The first figure growled.

"What else would you expect? A slap on the wrist?" The second figure sighed.

"Tobi doesn't think we should be doing this. . ." The third figure stammered.

"Shut up! If he see's us we are so dead, yeah!" The first figure hissed.

"It doesn't matter Deidara. Pinky was bound to get in trouble; after all she snuck out, and dyed Itachi-san's hair pink." The second figure snorted.

"Itachi-senpai got pretty pink hair like Sakura-chan?!" The third figure gasped.

"Um . . . I can't picture that, yeah." The first figure scratched his head.

"Yeah and when he got mad he punched me instead of Pinky!" The second figure whined.

"That's what you get for being such a sadistic jerk around Sakura-chan!" The first figure chuckled.

"Um . . . guys? Itachi-senpai is glaring at us." The third figure tapped their shoulders.

"Oh crap we'd better get the hell out!" The first and second figure grabbed the third and ran like madmen.

I know this one was short!

My mom kept hovering over the computer from time to time.

So I got nervous about writing this chapter. . .

Anyways, I beat Final FantasyX! I am so awesome!

Not really. But I did beat it.

Ja ne!

-Tari-chan XD

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