Author's Note: I feel special. I love you all who reviewed both chapter 5 and 6, or who added it to your story alerts/favorites. Special thanks to:

sleeping itasaku fangirl- that part on Yichi's story was actually part of a roleplay I was in as a character named Yichi. Mesmeric Demise (Corey, my bro) was the one who actually gave such vivid evil torture ideas. They have been cleaned up to be put in my fic, though, as I do not wish to give people nightmares.

xX-black blood-Xx- You're wish is granted.

sakura and izuna- Thank you. Your wish is granted as well.

Hentai-Goddess- Once again thank you, and it's a pleasure to know someone thinks that I'm not morbid. Also Itachi's chibi is cute. Especially when you picture him with little black fox ears.

Takara Makoto- I always enjoy your reviews, and yes, Yichi's story was sad. But rejoice! Because that is not all of her story. You'll learn more about her as the fic continues, and I promise that Sakura and Itachi's pay back is only beginning.

SakuraEmma29- As I said, evil cliff hangers. ^-~ And you're request to update has been granted as well.

FreeWolfBlue- Thanks for the review, and I hope this satisfies your curiousity as to what happens to the three Akatsuki…

Now on to the story!

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Unfortunately the towel was small, and barely reached the middle top of her thighs. Stepping out the door, Sakura paused as she got her bottles as well and then turned to realized that three sets of eyes were staring at her from Itachi's room.

She had forgotten to close the door… she realized. "You all… are very…very dead."

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Hidan chuckled dryly. "You couldn't kill me last time, b- what makes you think you'll be able to now?" the Jashinist said leaning back against the couch. "Besides, I'm enjoying the view."

The icy green glare that came his way promised that he would be the first one to feel her wrath. Clutching the towel, she glanced at Sasori and Kisame with equal anger. A flush of fury was beginning to stain her cheeks a subtle pink, and both Akatsuki just smiled. "And what are you two doing in here anyway?"

"Merely observing art in motion," Sasori replied smoothly, a wicked smirk tilting his lips. He couldn't help but enjoy the sight of the kunoichi's rage; it amused him to see such strong emotion. And her movements were graceful, limber. He almost had a desire to see if he could replicate them in his newest puppet, a geisha warrior. Studying her flexibility would be beneficial to his art. But then, she was art in a whole other classification.

Kisame's shark-like gaze narrowed as he grinned. "Come on, Kitten. I still owe you for last time…" he challenged, pulling out Samehada.

Her mind felt Itachi's mood darkening, nearly to a silent rage like state. However, she knew that he was at the guard station and even if he did make it back, the battle would probably be decided. Shutting the door to the bathroom for just a moment, Sakura put on her underwear shorts and a fishnet top. Pulling on her shinobi gloves, she smirked. Itachi had told her that no walls were aloud to be broken… however, he had said nothing about doors.

Before he could tell her otherwise, Sakura slammed a kick into the bathroom's heavy door, ripping it from its hinges as it flew across the room to slam into Kisame and Hidan. It had been moving fast, but by the time it hit the wall with them, Sakura was already following with a second kick which pressed them against the wall like a bug caught under a shoe and from the sound of the snap, had broken something or other. Not stopping until the door was securely embedded in the wall, she smiled and then prepared for what would no doubt come bursting back.

Sasori's eyes narrowed as he summoned his puppet strings and attatched them to the kunoichi. Forcing her body to move away from the battle, he made her sit on the bed. She was good. But there was no way in the world she could handle all three of them. "Enough, Sakura," he said calmly, as though nothing was happening. "I don't think Itachi will appreciated having a broken door."

Something in her green eyes flared, and the puppet master carefully wrapped her other fingers strings around her to keep her restrained. The door exploded away from the wall as Hidan coughed. "Second time that f-b- has got me," he growled. "She's dead."

"Why kill her?" Sasori said calmly. "We still need to extract information from her."

Kisame sheathed Samehada. "Hm. I'll enjoy that," he mused as he leered at the now subdued girl.

Sakura swallowed, but her eyes remained hard. Her muscles were fighting the grip of Sasori's strings, and gaining ground on it. Because she had a few notions of her own when it came to what Kisame wanted. Likewise, she knew that Sasori had been itching to add her to his collection since their battle. As to Hidan… well, he'd already sworn that he was going to sacrifice her ass to what ever hethan god he worshipped, so there was no doubt for her there.

But the fact was, she was still a prisoner of the Akatsuki. They could legitimately torture her for information, and she had wondered when they would. After all, this was a criminal organization who had killed millions to take over the world. What would be one more kunoichi?

Silence hung in the room, unbroken as each member seemed to consider her expression, plotting their own methods. As Sasori stared at her, darkness creeped into the room to surround his vision until there was no one else in the room but himself and one pair of glowing red eyes. "You will not touch her," Itachi growled, his eyes narrowing.

The star marks of the Eternal Sharigan shone in his chrimsom eyes. For the first time in his life, Sasori could feel fear invading his calm mind. The Uchiha's gaze promised so much more than death. Holding up his hands in a gesture of non aggression, he released his chakra strings. "That mark on her connects her directly to me, Sasori. Anything that happens to her effects my mind as well," the Uchiha explained in a venomously quiet tone. "Keep you're masochistic ideas to yourself."

The blackness faded and the puppetmaster glanced over to see that Hidan and Kisame were likewise coming out of the genjutsu. "Get out." Itachi ordered, and the finality of his tone sent them out without a word.

Sakura watched silently, frightened by what she saw. She had seen Sasuke enraged, but that had been nothing compared to what she saw now. The pure fury in his eyes sent shivers down her spine; she wished she could curl up into a ball to disappear before those eyes looked at her with such… steel…in them. Her eyes averted from his as she remained as still as a statue, looking at the floor.

Crossing the room in four strides, Itachi stood before her, and tilted her chin so that she had to look at him. The gray eyes were softer, but they still held a storm that raged beneath the surface. His touch was authoritative, but not rough.

"You should have asked for help."

"Maybe I didn't want it."

"Perhaps you should realize that not everyone here is as kind as I am, Sakura. Nor are they at your level," Itachi returned, his voice condemning. "They can torture you as they please, for they are Akatsuki just as I am."

Shame made her blush as she looked away again, but Itachi brought her gaze back to his own. "But that will not happen while I have parole of you. Unless you do not stay out of trouble." Releasing her, the Uchiha surveyed the damage to his door with a 'hn.' of irritation before walking out into the hall.

Sakura watched him cautiously, but she couldn't help but let a yawn escape her. She was tired, and without the sense of day or night in this place it was difficult to gauge when she was supposed to sleep. Her body, though, was tired. Curling up on the couch, she sighed and then fell off into a peaceful dream.

As Itachi re-entered the room he noted her sleeping figure with interest. This was the point when her mind would be weakest, and she would be more likely to talk. Forming handseals, he placed his hands at the side of her temples. She whimpered softly, but continued in her sleeping. Then she started thrashing. Holding her down, the Uchiha whispered in her ear. "Tell me where Sasuke Uchia is…"

She continued to thrash against his grip, but then stilled as he completed his question. Tears streamed down her cheeks like tiny crystals. "He's dead…" she said softly, unable to lie in her sleep as the glistening tears spilled from her eyes. "I killed him."

Yes, I know I'm evil with this cliffy especially. "Her apocalyspe" is the next chapter, so R&R.